Favorite Days

This past weekend was my birthday. It was also incidentally one of my favorite days as a grown up. Though technically my birthday fell on Sunday, I celebrated with my friends on Saturday.

Here is how it went down:

Friday night was Halloween, I dressed up as Samantha Ronson (Lindsay Lohan's girlfriend). It was a pretty awesome costume if I do say so myself and most people seemed to agree. My friend Thomas dressed up as Satan from South Park, his gf Melanie dressed as Amy Winehouse and my friend Brandon (who came up from DC) dressed as the villain from scream. Upon seeing his costume I asked him who spilled 1997 all over him-- he didn't appreciate it that much.

At any rate we went to see a band (Booga Sugar)-- a popular band in the city and east coast at Crash Mansion. We were all housed by the time the band went on and we were front and center dancing our arses off, taking turns going to the bar for more fluids.

While I was in line for the men's room during their intermission I eyed a very attractive female two people ahead of me. Our eyes met, she then looked down-- I shifted my stance so that I could see her in my peripheral vision and noticed she cut me up rather obviously. I turned to her, waited for her to look back in my direction, put on my best crooked smile and then gave her a "come hither" look while motioning with my hand. She responded with a "who me" type reaction and I knew it was game, set and match.

She moved back in line to stand next to me and we started to talk. I put my hand on her elbow as we were speaking in close proximity due to the noise level. Before I knew it she had grabbed my hand and pulled me into a single bathroom with her, locked the door and started kissing me passionately. As I was processing everything that was happening, the bathroom attendant started banging on the door saying that one of us had to come out or we would be thrown out of the bar. Seeing all of my worldly possessions for that evening were in Amy Winehouse's purse, I couldn't allow this to happen. I exited the bathroom and waited for her outside.

Since I did not have my phone on me (once again in Amy's purse) I opted to give her my number (never tried that before) and we went our separate ways to look for our friends.

We spent the rest of the night after Booga went off at the Alehouse just shooting the breeze and having fun. We went back to Thomas' apartment around 5am and off to sleep.

Saturday we arose at 11 am, watched Entourage and then ordered in breakfast (which hit the spot). We all got cleaned up and went to the dog park inside Tompkins. This was a great time-- there were some freaky performance artists scattered throughout the park-- they were all wearing blue ox helmets and most were engaging in typical human behaviour-- playing checkers, reading, having conversations, etc. There was one notable exception-- a guy was chained to a tree in the middle of one of the promenades. He was kinda laying down and bereft of shoes, with a dirty shirt and pants on.

The dog park itself was really cool, lots of beautiful dogs and single women. I asked one young Asian woman what kind of dog she had (whilst she was petting him), she told me he was an Italian mastiff. I then told her he was well hung-- everybody around us started laughing and she asked me to repeat what I said, so I replied "he looks like fun."

Shockingly, she walked away.

After that we went to a local bar for appetizers and drinks and did some shots around midnight for my birthday. It was uneventful but entertaining.

The girl from the bathroom texted me on Sunday while I was treating myself to dinner and watching football at a local bar&grill by me. Everything worked out nicely.