So yesterday evening, I went out for a happy hour and a dinner for a very close girl friend of mine. It was her birthday.
I know what you are thinking. You think that we got drunk and flirted with every single guy at the bar.
You also think that I the mighty Scriber got on the table and sang happy birthday for her.
I mean I offered numerous times but the offer was politely declined. Numerous times.
I'd do anything for you my dear readers. But my friends simply don't get it. The fact that I am a world famous blogger with an international following. So what if I have only 5 readers? That is just a minor technicality. My blog is uber important to me. I love my readers! Wouldn't you like to read a story about me standing up on a table and dancing?
My girlfriend and I knew that it was going to be a fun evening. So we both dragged our hubbies to it. I think they were a little reluctant and resistant at first. But... in the end I can honestly say that they both had a great time. And were glad to be there. And to be honest, we never even told each other that we were going to bring our spouses. We did not plan it. It just happened.
Since my singing/dancing skills were neither required nor permitted at the party, I spent a lot of time with my engineer single guy friend D, trying to convince him to flirt with the cute waitresses and describing to him in detail my paintings and encaustics. I also spent a lot of time trying to convince him that he needs to make encaustic panels for me."I don't want to learn it! You make it for me!!!"
Le sigh. Sometimes I hate myself.
My hubby found someone who loves motorcycles and bourban. A very hard combination to beat. I can tell you that he had a great time.
In the end, the hubbies had a great time. I was able to resist my urge to dance on the table and my girl friend had a great time.
So that's what I did last night. What did you do?