Spastic white boys on E...
OK, I have to say that I don't really KNOW that they were on E, but they must have been...that or they're all closet epileptics...
For the second time in two days, Mapquest has completely and thoroughly screwed me. At least two people now think I have a totally faulty sense of geographic navigation. Bad enough I'm running so late (due primarily to having to spend all afternoon on the phone with my old man and Comcast tech support trying to get his &%$#@ cable internet working, thus completely negating my plans to go out and get cards for the birthday people, as well as a couple bottles of Veuve Cliquot and/or WhiteStar with which to toast the occasion) that not only am I fully precluded from properly shopping for the occasion, but I'm running so late that I'm late to pick up Kel, and completely rushed on the way down to the restaurant. Then, to top it all off, I'm zooming across multiple lanes of traffic on I77, then darting in front of numerous speeding cars to make my exit, only to have Mapquest place me like several blocks down the street from our intended destination. So here's Kel and I creeping up and down the same three blocks on the wrong side of Tryon attempting to divine a restaurant where there clearly is none. Fortunately, we eventually figure out where the hell we're going, and manage to arrive prior to the grand festivities:
Tonight's activities centered primarly on a grand birthday celebration, (Ham, Peter, and hot Allie (not that there's another Allie with whom to confuse her, but I just enjoy pointing out that she's hot)) a surprise dinner at the Greek Isles dining establishment, replete with authentic belly dancer, yum! And the food was mighty tasty as well, thanks primarily to Kel, who was instrumental in identifying what Greek specialities would most likely be high on the delicioso factor.
Despite many near slip-ups and opportunities to screw things up (I very nearly wrote in yesterday's entry that today was the "big day for group birthday dinner, which, of course, would have resulted in my instantaneously becoming persona non grata with several of my favorite people) by letting one or more cats out of their respective bags, all the appropriate parties seemed suitably surprised upon arrival...all well spaced so as not to infringe upon one another's "SURPRISE!" entrance. Although I did hear tell of the hostess(es) very unslick-ly asking at least one birthday couple "oh, you're with the party of 20?" That's not the slightest bit suspicious at all, hearing that when going to what's supposed to be a quiet dinner with your SO around the time of your birthday...
Dining at one loooooong table, coupled with the belly dancer's moderately loud music made for conditions fully inhospitable for conversational purposes...as stated, food was outstanding, will definitely be back to sample more of their culinary delights. Points off for no tiramisu, though! Bastards! Had to order a crazy-ass baklava (odd that that's the second time I've mentioned baklava in like a week) on steroids, what with the giant-ass scoop of ice cream and chocolate syrup accompanying. Bizarre.
After some impromptu mini-champagne toasts in the freezing-ass parking lot, (thanks Sam n Allie) roll our happy asses down to Sky, an alleged hookah lounge for some more drinks and dancing and general revelry. Walk past the perfectly acceptable trance/euro room in favour of the thumpy, kind of industrial back room, where we claim a bed/rug area for our focal point. I casually ask about the alleged hookah (which I hear is the absolute shit to try when you're out and about), only to be told that it's "too busy", and that they might get damaged. Damnation! WTF?! I wanna hookah! Oh well, alas. Bastards! Meet Allie's hot bartender friend ("they're real, and they're MAGNIFICENT") whom she apparently roomed with in college, (and yes, I asked the question you're all thinking, "did they see each other naked?" The response was too look at me like the 'tard that I am, followed by something like "duh, all the time, how do you think I know they're real" (or something like that, I couldn't hear for shit in there, and my mind might have wished/inserted a few choice words here and there, but that's not wrong, is it?)) Needless to say, Jam rolled her eyes and told me that I was incorrigible (or something like that). I suggested that they make out to prove to me that they were, in fact, roommates, but I think they both agreed to pretend that they didn't hear me. Regardless, something in this exchange prompted our new friend JoDee (what is it with southerners and the need to randomly capitalize a second letter in their first names? To be fair, I'm not altogether sure she's from around here...) to get our first round. Naturally, some of us felt the need to tip her generously after that (to the tune of 200% I think)...gotta love having an "in" at these kinds of places!
Kel seemed to be well-liked by all, and she likewise seemed to enjoy the group's company, spent a goodly amount of time chatting up Ham, Peter, and pilates chick...Vicky(?) Here's to hoping that she'll be hanging more often. Enjoyed chatting with Lida a bit about random things here and there, found out she lives down the street from Kel...small world. Ditto the conversation with Allie, with whom I copped to having a tremendous thing for, she reacted by saying that that was "so cute", and "good for her ego". Then she felt up my hair. Hrm. Need to work that angle...
Skip and I debated what mind-altering substances some of the club kids might have been on, but no doubt whatever it was, it completely and fully removed all cares that one might make an ass out of oneself on the dance floor, as some of these whitebread kids got out there and had their little full-body dry heaves set to music, without a care in the world, god love 'em. Not to be outdone, Allie and Lin took the opportunity to get very thoroughly re-acquainted. Some seemed to be intently fixated, whereas others were far too deep into their respective hazes to even notice, but suffice it to say that it was nothing short of magnificent.
Just prior to leaving, during our obligatory (but yet fully enjoyable) goodbyes, Allie noticed how warm my cheek was...since it was far too loud in there to have any semblance of a conversation, I chose to not regale her with the tale of the Asian flush syndrome at that juncture. Likewise, I'll not bore y'all here with same, but I have done a little research on the matter, and perhaps that's a story for this medium on another day...
I'm super buzzy...time for bed...viva la weekend!
...and once again, happiest of birthdays to Ham, Peter, and Allie!
For the second time in two days, Mapquest has completely and thoroughly screwed me. At least two people now think I have a totally faulty sense of geographic navigation. Bad enough I'm running so late (due primarily to having to spend all afternoon on the phone with my old man and Comcast tech support trying to get his &%$#@ cable internet working, thus completely negating my plans to go out and get cards for the birthday people, as well as a couple bottles of Veuve Cliquot and/or WhiteStar with which to toast the occasion) that not only am I fully precluded from properly shopping for the occasion, but I'm running so late that I'm late to pick up Kel, and completely rushed on the way down to the restaurant. Then, to top it all off, I'm zooming across multiple lanes of traffic on I77, then darting in front of numerous speeding cars to make my exit, only to have Mapquest place me like several blocks down the street from our intended destination. So here's Kel and I creeping up and down the same three blocks on the wrong side of Tryon attempting to divine a restaurant where there clearly is none. Fortunately, we eventually figure out where the hell we're going, and manage to arrive prior to the grand festivities:
Tonight's activities centered primarly on a grand birthday celebration, (Ham, Peter, and hot Allie (not that there's another Allie with whom to confuse her, but I just enjoy pointing out that she's hot)) a surprise dinner at the Greek Isles dining establishment, replete with authentic belly dancer, yum! And the food was mighty tasty as well, thanks primarily to Kel, who was instrumental in identifying what Greek specialities would most likely be high on the delicioso factor.
Despite many near slip-ups and opportunities to screw things up (I very nearly wrote in yesterday's entry that today was the "big day for group birthday dinner, which, of course, would have resulted in my instantaneously becoming persona non grata with several of my favorite people) by letting one or more cats out of their respective bags, all the appropriate parties seemed suitably surprised upon arrival...all well spaced so as not to infringe upon one another's "SURPRISE!" entrance. Although I did hear tell of the hostess(es) very unslick-ly asking at least one birthday couple "oh, you're with the party of 20?" That's not the slightest bit suspicious at all, hearing that when going to what's supposed to be a quiet dinner with your SO around the time of your birthday...
Dining at one loooooong table, coupled with the belly dancer's moderately loud music made for conditions fully inhospitable for conversational purposes...as stated, food was outstanding, will definitely be back to sample more of their culinary delights. Points off for no tiramisu, though! Bastards! Had to order a crazy-ass baklava (odd that that's the second time I've mentioned baklava in like a week) on steroids, what with the giant-ass scoop of ice cream and chocolate syrup accompanying. Bizarre.
After some impromptu mini-champagne toasts in the freezing-ass parking lot, (thanks Sam n Allie) roll our happy asses down to Sky, an alleged hookah lounge for some more drinks and dancing and general revelry. Walk past the perfectly acceptable trance/euro room in favour of the thumpy, kind of industrial back room, where we claim a bed/rug area for our focal point. I casually ask about the alleged hookah (which I hear is the absolute shit to try when you're out and about), only to be told that it's "too busy", and that they might get damaged. Damnation! WTF?! I wanna hookah! Oh well, alas. Bastards! Meet Allie's hot bartender friend ("they're real, and they're MAGNIFICENT") whom she apparently roomed with in college, (and yes, I asked the question you're all thinking, "did they see each other naked?" The response was too look at me like the 'tard that I am, followed by something like "duh, all the time, how do you think I know they're real" (or something like that, I couldn't hear for shit in there, and my mind might have wished/inserted a few choice words here and there, but that's not wrong, is it?)) Needless to say, Jam rolled her eyes and told me that I was incorrigible (or something like that). I suggested that they make out to prove to me that they were, in fact, roommates, but I think they both agreed to pretend that they didn't hear me. Regardless, something in this exchange prompted our new friend JoDee (what is it with southerners and the need to randomly capitalize a second letter in their first names? To be fair, I'm not altogether sure she's from around here...) to get our first round. Naturally, some of us felt the need to tip her generously after that (to the tune of 200% I think)...gotta love having an "in" at these kinds of places!
Kel seemed to be well-liked by all, and she likewise seemed to enjoy the group's company, spent a goodly amount of time chatting up Ham, Peter, and pilates chick...Vicky(?) Here's to hoping that she'll be hanging more often. Enjoyed chatting with Lida a bit about random things here and there, found out she lives down the street from Kel...small world. Ditto the conversation with Allie, with whom I copped to having a tremendous thing for, she reacted by saying that that was "so cute", and "good for her ego". Then she felt up my hair. Hrm. Need to work that angle...
Skip and I debated what mind-altering substances some of the club kids might have been on, but no doubt whatever it was, it completely and fully removed all cares that one might make an ass out of oneself on the dance floor, as some of these whitebread kids got out there and had their little full-body dry heaves set to music, without a care in the world, god love 'em. Not to be outdone, Allie and Lin took the opportunity to get very thoroughly re-acquainted. Some seemed to be intently fixated, whereas others were far too deep into their respective hazes to even notice, but suffice it to say that it was nothing short of magnificent.
Just prior to leaving, during our obligatory (but yet fully enjoyable) goodbyes, Allie noticed how warm my cheek was...since it was far too loud in there to have any semblance of a conversation, I chose to not regale her with the tale of the Asian flush syndrome at that juncture. Likewise, I'll not bore y'all here with same, but I have done a little research on the matter, and perhaps that's a story for this medium on another day...
I'm super buzzy...time for bed...viva la weekend!
...and once again, happiest of birthdays to Ham, Peter, and Allie!
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