Big-Ass Birthday

Saturday was the day I decided to celebrate my birthday, five days late. Face it, Monday birthdays blow. No one is free to do anything, you can’t stay out late, etc. So I put on my party planning pants (they’re plaid) and sent out Evites to my peeps. Up until then, I had only received (and ignored) Evites but never actually tried to use them. It’s kind of sad. The site tells you who has read the invitation, and who gives enough of a shit to actually respond “Yes” or “No”… all the while you’re thinking that your friends don’t like you as much as you had assumed.

All in all, I had 15 people join me for dinner at Agave in Cabbagetown. I had never organized such a large gathering before, as I usually hang-out with my friends in little groups. This time I made them all sit at the same table, forcing homogeny between personalities. Everything went well until there were issues with paying the bill…. tension was palpable and my stomach tied itself into a knot because the control freak in me was losing the battle of having an evening with zero conflict.

After that, most of us went to the Highlands and met up with some of my other friends… the fun, bar-hopping variety. Went to my fave spot, the 10 High for Metalsome karaoke. I like it because it’s a small, dark club with unpretentious people and PBR. I like the music and it’s fun to sing along while people rock out. Little to my knowledge (actually, I should have expected this in advance), I would be one of those people rocking out. Beth snuck off and signed me up to sing some Def Leppard, “Pour Some Sugar on Me.” I totally wouldn’t have picked that, but screw it. So I drank my courage in the form of THREE jager-bombs and TWO PBR tall boys. Climbed on stage with the band and had fun; played up the crowd and at least sang all the words… can’t say it sounded pretty though. So I got my Metalsome cherry popped. People I didn’t know where giving me high-fives. Girls were approaching me to converse. I need to do that every weekend!

In other news, I went to dinner tonight with my ex. She is a totally different person now. She’s funny and has a great attitude. She cut her hair and lost some weight. She’s dealing with her issues, or at least is trying to which counts for a lot. I see in her eyes that she’s still in love with me and knows she was wrong.

I immensely enjoyed the time we spent together tonight. Many of my friends thought it would be a bad idea to see her, but I always try to be the bigger person. I wanted closure. I got it, and a proposal for a fresh start. I’m more attracted to her now than I ever was before. If this is the person she wants to be now, then I’m willing to try it again… but I’m enforcing a speed limit.

Drama – How I Loathe Thee

Last night was my close friend Patrick’s birthday. Originally, the plan was to charter a limo to pick-up a group of us and haul us to the Pink Pony while we helped ourselves to the full bar. Once there, we would get VIP seating with dinner and Patrick would be brought on stage for mockery… and maybe a t-shirt. He changed his mind since the SEC tournament was in town this weekend and figured the club would be packed. (I kinda doubt it after the storm on Friday night)

So instead his girlfriend, whom I had only met once, decided to organize a party on his behalf. She invited all her friends. Out of the whole group, only myself, Beth and Laurie even knew Patrick outside of the “relationship.” She rented a room at some place on Holcomb Bridge in Roswell called VIII-Fifty. It was probably the best steak I’ve ever eaten, and she kept trying to hook-me-up with our server. (I’m too much of a pimp right now as it is, but she did bring me a beer on the house) She convinced them to make a certain dessert for everyone that is no longer offered on the menu. I wonder how much money she’s spent in this place before. So Patrick’s girlfriend and her friends kept pounding the drinks, getting loud, texting guys they shouldn’t. Then they started screaming about wanting to dance.

Triva Madness

Andy n’ Friends = 0, Everybody Else = 2

We went to Raging Burrito in Decatur last night to try our wits again… failing miserably. I think we ought to do like a girl I met suggested: Start off at early trivia, drink, then finish the night at late trivia when you’re toasted. Either that or add a couple of ringers to our group.

Nice Socks…

Friday night was a special night for my circle of friends, as Janell finally moved to the city. She’s sharing an apartment with Laura in midtown. The only time they had available for her to move was before 11AM, then work, then work an event at the World of Coke. So after all that she calls me and tells me to come on over to the apartment. Then I hear that Laura is at the ER because a dog bit her… she didn’t get home till 1:30 AM. Phil wrapped-up watching a play at OnStage where a co-worker is performing. (I believe one of my “matches” has performed there before too…. hmm.) So Phil, Janell and I walked a block to Twisted Taco to meet up with Tricia and her date for the evening.

I’ve never been a big fan of the place, but I was fine with that since my friends were there. Tricia really enjoyed herself, and her date, for the first time in ages. I’m happy for her, but ending the night with shit-faced PDA is not my idea of a good first date. We met up with Teresa from work and her friend Marissa. Like Phil, they are a few years older than me, early 30’s. That was the first time I had ever hung-out with Teresa outside of the office, so I now know why everyone says she’s a cool person to go out with… she can get free drinks. I only paid for one round the whole night. So the whole night was spent chatting, watching girls do the “white girl dance” and laughing at the pop-collar doofuses groping them in their inebriated state.

Another co-worker’s roommate, Greek Lisa, came out with her friend who was visiting from Poland. Phil forgot her name, which no girl enjoys – despite what you’ve heard. So she made him guess her very Greek middle name. Between the two of us we never got it. When the Taco closed and kicked us out, we just walked home… it was 3AM after all. Woke Laura up to see the wound, severely burned our mouths on thermo-nuclear hot pizza bites and couch surfed. Lisa somehow had Phil’s number, and called to see if we were coming over to keep the party going. I think I finally guessed her middle name, but all sorts of bad would come from taking a cab from midtown to Lindburgh that night. In fact, lots of bad was avoided that night as a whole.

PS – Phil had on black shoes with white socks, which were highly visible. Some girl pointed this out to him.

A Proposal

Since we’re the coolest bloggers in Atlanta, I propose myself and my two new girlfriends (Blondie and Serial Dater) have a blogger bar night/happy hour. Discuss.