Birthday Wrap-Up - Get It? Wrap?
So the birthday weekend (yes, it's taken this long to fully recover) was pretty much - da bomb. I must say that my friends went above and beyond this year. Charlie took me out Friday night which was nice but rather uneventful - but at least he remembered - unlike that damn BS. (And to think, I really thought I was going to end up with him. Whatevs.)
Saturday evening I was whisked away by my girlfriend Stephanie (aka: Wonder Woman for the evening) to dinner at a great restaurant in Venice called James Beach. Keep in mind that it was not yet Halloween and the restaurant is a huge date place. She insisted that I dress up so I threw together a "Sexy Devil" costume. So, in walk Wonder Woman and Sexy Devil into a restaurant full of people dressed normal and almost all on dates. We didn't draw any looks - never. Steph found it amusing to stand up in her cape and knee-high red patent leather boots and walk back and forth to the restroom - disrupting many-a-date. Post napkin-dropping dinner, the girls all surprised me at our local hangout "The Whaler" and my biggest surprise of all was my friend, Em who flew in from Seattle. After some shots and some more shots, we ended up being shoved in a taxi and hitting some party with people in strange costumes. The next thing I knew, I was waking up on my couch still in my Sexy Devil outfit with the TV blaring and Kirsten's cell phone (not mine). Oops.
The following day, my actual birthday, was spent sleeping and recovering because we had to do it all over again. This time, they kidnapped me and took me to The Standard downtown LA for an additional evening of drinks and debauchery. Because it was a Sunday, it was pretty slow but the three of
us girls managed to tear the place up and convince a group of Australian Quantas pilots to purchase all of our drinks - which was key to the evening. I was forced to wear a blinking "Kiss Me It's My Birthday" pin and a "It's my birthday...." shot glass. Hence, I looked ridiculous but it only got better when we hit the dancefloor. And I mean, literally....HIT the dancefloor. Kirsten and I bit it twice each, but, I'm pretty sure Em managed to stay upright. We also got our photos taken with lots of random people, as shown here. Notice where the pervs eyes are looking. The pilots were very fun to play with because I just don't think that international visitors really understand the humor of brazen, bold American girls. Or, maybe American men are incredibly hardened to our "antics" or they're just rude. Hmmmm. It was great - we said, "Jump" and they said "How high", except in that cute little Aussie accent. I said "Drink" they said "What kind". My kind of men. Too bad they're in a different hemisphere -isn't that always the case? 
Sunday was Halloween and you've already been privy to. It was spent posing as St. Pauly girls and dancing with old men (ahem, Stacey), getting THEM to buy us drinks and knocking people over the head with our genuine beer steins. Always good times.
Overall, the birthday festivities were awesome and exhausting. And, throughout the weekend, I accrued a number of bruises - particularly one from when I was telling the Aussies that I was really a FBI Agent with a black belt in Karate - one of the guys challenged me and I got my ass kind of kicked - oops. Hey, it's all in the name of fun. F-U-N. My middle name.
Saturday evening I was whisked away by my girlfriend Stephanie (aka: Wonder Woman for the evening) to dinner at a great restaurant in Venice called James Beach. Keep in mind that it was not yet Halloween and the restaurant is a huge date place. She insisted that I dress up so I threw together a "Sexy Devil" costume. So, in walk Wonder Woman and Sexy Devil into a restaurant full of people dressed normal and almost all on dates. We didn't draw any looks - never. Steph found it amusing to stand up in her cape and knee-high red patent leather boots and walk back and forth to the restroom - disrupting many-a-date. Post napkin-dropping dinner, the girls all surprised me at our local hangout "The Whaler" and my biggest surprise of all was my friend, Em who flew in from Seattle. After some shots and some more shots, we ended up being shoved in a taxi and hitting some party with people in strange costumes. The next thing I knew, I was waking up on my couch still in my Sexy Devil outfit with the TV blaring and Kirsten's cell phone (not mine). Oops.
The following day, my actual birthday, was spent sleeping and recovering because we had to do it all over again. This time, they kidnapped me and took me to The Standard downtown LA for an additional evening of drinks and debauchery. Because it was a Sunday, it was pretty slow but the three of
us girls managed to tear the place up and convince a group of Australian Quantas pilots to purchase all of our drinks - which was key to the evening. I was forced to wear a blinking "Kiss Me It's My Birthday" pin and a "It's my birthday...." shot glass. Hence, I looked ridiculous but it only got better when we hit the dancefloor. And I mean, literally....HIT the dancefloor. Kirsten and I bit it twice each, but, I'm pretty sure Em managed to stay upright. We also got our photos taken with lots of random people, as shown here. Notice where the pervs eyes are looking. The pilots were very fun to play with because I just don't think that international visitors really understand the humor of brazen, bold American girls. Or, maybe American men are incredibly hardened to our "antics" or they're just rude. Hmmmm. It was great - we said, "Jump" and they said "How high", except in that cute little Aussie accent. I said "Drink" they said "What kind". My kind of men. Too bad they're in a different hemisphere -isn't that always the case? 
Sunday was Halloween and you've already been privy to. It was spent posing as St. Pauly girls and dancing with old men (ahem, Stacey), getting THEM to buy us drinks and knocking people over the head with our genuine beer steins. Always good times.
Overall, the birthday festivities were awesome and exhausting. And, throughout the weekend, I accrued a number of bruises - particularly one from when I was telling the Aussies that I was really a FBI Agent with a black belt in Karate - one of the guys challenged me and I got my ass kind of kicked - oops. Hey, it's all in the name of fun. F-U-N. My middle name.
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