Erin Brethauer

Isaac’s birthday

Posted in Farming in the Blood by erinbrethauer on May 23, 2011

5/14/11 – Maple Leaf bar in Milwaukee

Happy birthday to my lovely brother, Isaac!

In honor of this great day, I thought that I’d share some classics from childhood:

Note: Isaac was both a dragon AND a knight for this halloween…and also a gardener by the looks of those gloves.

Motorcross, bank robbery and dragon-knight slaying takes a lot out of a kid.

Happy Birthday brother!  Hope it’s a great day.

Jon’s birthday

Posted in Friends, North Carolina by erinbrethauer on August 4, 2010

Sparklers, party hats, friends and a dragon pinata…what more could you ask for on your birthday?

Donut Eating Contest #5

Posted in Friends, North Carolina by erinbrethauer on June 18, 2009

delaney wins

Delaney (center, in the white shirt) won the donut eating contest this year to everyone’s amazement.   My b-day and National Donut Day fall in the same week (once both were on the same day) so this is the 5th Donut Eating Contest I put on in celebration.  It was memorable, as usual, and one of the most fun because the contest was based on speed instead of quantity.  So, only a few people were nauseated instead of everyone!  More room for beer!

There were 12 people who participated.  The winner of the face-off advanced to the next round and the donuts got progressively harder to eat (and watch).  Round 1 was Krispy Kreme, Round 2 Dunkin Donuts frosted…all the way up to Jelly filled in the final round.  The cake donut round was the most disturbing to watch…so heavy.

I printed out brackets so the spectators could place bets.  There were a surprising number of brackets that had *me* as the ultimate winner which is funny because I *never* win.  You would think after all these contests I would pick up some sort of strategy.  Not the case.

Delaney dismantled everyone.  This shot is my favorite because it’s the exact moment when everyone realized she won.  The crowd went crazy!  Her reward: a stomach ache, a place in donut history, and a slow clap when she left the party.