No strippers. It's funny how shit works out sometimes. The plan was going to be just a small collective of folks and a visit to one of the local nudie bars. Instead I went out around dinner time and gathered supplies to make jello shots with my newly acquired bottle of vodka (a present from my boss). A couple of friends came over around 8 to help me make the many varieties of shots and begin drinking. Joolie shows up around 11 PM due to issues at work and is solo, meaning no Eric, which is very odd. Not to mention the fact that she is wearing a wig, adding to the oddness. Apparently Eric was at the Firehouse and we need to go there first before we head over to see boobies.
Well, Eric had assembled a hodge podge of people that I've been hanging with to converge at the Firehouse to wish me some birthday greetings. In fact they even made me a cake, decorated it and provided the bar with some Yuengling Lager for this very special affair. Having a bar full of people sing Happy Birthday to me was quite a sight. Needless to say, we never left the Firehouse until we were forced out at closing time. This was the point when I decided that those Jello Shots needed to be eaten and invited a shit load of folks back to my crib for late night hijinx. I think at one point I had about 15 people on my balcony that holds 3 comfortably.
Bottom line is that I had a good old time. There were some low lights that I prefer not the mention, but overall I was happy that the people I've met here were incredibly cool. It's one of my fonder birthdays, something I never anticipated. And that's great. Happy Birthday to me.
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