Par-Tay Time

After our two-hour work out — yes we did get sweaty and yes we were all sore the next day, so yes our “class” was considered a work out — we headed downtown for some sustenance and libations, after all we earned it.

I called ahead to the Yard House to reserve a big table, I hate when places don’t take reservations, so we didn’t have that long of a wait. We shared some yummy appetizers, had a few cocktails (I started the night off with some vino) and devoured our entrees.

I ordered a steak sandwich, which was hard to eat, but I persevered. 

After a wonderful dinner with some fierce ladies, we parted ways and a bunch of us headed out for a night on the town.

Our first stop was the new Hard Rock Cafe. The décor was very cool and they had lots of fun drinks. I started off with a “Fruitzpalooza,” and then moved on to some yummy white sangria, compliments of Marissa. Since a birthday wouldn’t be complete without dessert, I shared (I know hard to believed) a brownie sundae with my friend Nicole.

Since my friend Georgette (the one on the right) was on the wagon — she just found out she is pregnant with identical twins! — instead of drinking her calories she ate her calories. A girl after my own heart!

Not wanting to have to leave and then come back to pay the $25 cover to see a local band play (read we were already inside drinking at the bar), we left and hit up Coconut Willys. I was already feelin’ pretty good, and I couldn’t remember the name of the place we were at, so I called it Coconut Hee-bee-gee-bees.

It was dim inside and the ceilings were low (even for me and I am five feet tall). The décor was beachy and we all huddled around a table covered by a thatch roof. Well apparently we picked prime real estate and were sequestered by some Naval Sailors who play flip cup at this very table EVERY Saturday.

Since it was MY birthday (which I announced several times) I told the lead Sailor they had to ask ME for MY permission to kick us off the table since we got their FIRST! He was a nice guy and asked us if we wanted to play, and they would buy the beer. Deal!

I love flip cup (beer pong isn’t for me) and I hadn’t played since college so I was up for a rousing competition. My team won every time! The best part thou was they thought I was playing with liquor when I was clearly nursing a tall glass of under cover water (what I use as a diversion when I know I have reached my limit, but I don’t want to look like a party pooper or get sh*t from my friends)! I’m not a beer girl and since I was drinking liquor I didn’t want to mix!

The highlight of the evening, unbeknownst to me at the time, came when I decided to take my shoes off once we got to Coconut Hee-bee-gee-bees. My friend and DD Kerri said, “Put you shoes on. You are going to get WORMS.” Worms being the operative word here set me off on a frenzy. With tears in my eyes I said “I’m going to get worms?! The kind Oakley had as a puppy!? Does that mean Chris has to check my No. 2 when I get home later?!” I have a tenancy to pick up on something when I am “under the influence” and I don’t let it go.

--Aside-- The last time I remember feelin’ it was at my 24^th birthday party back in CT when my shoe broke at the bar and the bartender proceeded to tell me he could fix it with a lil Gorilla Glue. I lost it. Again, with tears in my eyes, I said “Gorilla Glue!? I don’t want to go to the zoo. I don’t want to kill a gorilla to fix my $1 Old Navy flip-flop!?”

I went around and told EVERYBODY that this place wasn’t clean and if they took off there shoes they would get worms in their buts. Trying to rectify the situation, Kerri said that they only way to get rid of ‘em was to drink alcohol. Whew! Whelp I made my rounds again to tell everyone the cure. Needless to say, I was worm free =) and I had a great pre-birthday night out with my friends.