Confessions of A Naughty Girl

It's My Birthday And I Want A Pink Pony!

On Monday, I turned 26. A very nondescript, anticlimactic birthday, really.

This year, it was amazing. The best birthday I've ever had.

Earlier last week, my sister had asked me for the names of 15 close friends so that should could send out an Evite for a dinner-and-drinks celebration. Shortly thereafter, I received an invite and compulsively checked it to see who was/wasn't coming. I was sad when I received a bunch of "no"s. Great, a lot of people I wanted there couldn't show up. This happens every year, right? Happy f*cking birthday.

Unbeknownst to me, my sister and friends were planning to pull off the ultimate heist - a surprise birthday party at her house, complete with Mexican feast (my favorite), margaritas, tequila, Corona, a GIANT donkey pinata, and the most heavenly birthday cake known to man, courtesy of Piece of Cake.

My sister, mischievous as she is, had sent out TWO Evites - one that I was copied on and one that I was omitted from. On the second Evite (declared "The REAL Evite"), she had encouraged all attendees to blatantly lie to me about not being able to come so I wouldn't expect to see them. In retrospect, I'd be furious with her if I wasn't so proud.

So on Friday night, my best friend from college flew into town, and my Wife picked us up first. She then claimed to have to pick up my sister - and later, claimed she just HAD to pee - and the next thing I knew, twenty of my closest friends were screaming "Surprise!" in my ear. Seriously the greatest thing in the entire world, and definitely in my Top 10 Best Nights Ever.

But alas, the night was just beginning. After a heavy few hours of tequila shots and birthday cake, we kept rolling. The MITT (Man I Talk To), MITT's best friend, my best friend from college, and I ended up at a bar for more shots. And once we had sufficiently drank ourselves onto the tabletops there, I was asked where I wanted to go.

This was the point in time in which I apparently screamed, "Let's go seeeeee some striiiiiiiipppppppeeerrrrrrrssssss!"

Now, why the hell I would choose to go see some strippers, I don't know, but the next thing I knew, we at The Pink Pony and I was dragging MITT by the hand and asking every cocktail waitress in sight where the Prime Rib Buffet was. Classy!

I suppose the Pony highlight was when one of the strippers held an entire five-minute conversation with me...while she was working the pole. Now that's talent.

At about 3 am, we retired to my place for some Spaghetti Os and other things I cannot discuss.

Anyway, no lesson here or clever prose, just a giant thank you to all of the friends/liars I know for what was one of the happiest nights I've ever had.

After all, who else can honestly say they had a perfect birthday, complete with a Pony?

posted by KA @ 9:43 PM