Birthdays and Wednesdays Don't Mix!
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Birthdays in the middle of the week are always a challenge. You really want to do something, but after a long day of work, making that happen can be difficult. So when my friend Ashley's Birthday rolled around on a Wednesday, we knew it was going to be a challenge.
First off we all had to work until 6PM, yep, 6PM. Strike One! These hours are the reason I have been writing so much lately. Long hours + nothing to do = get creative. Thus this blog was born! Anyway besides working until 6PM, Ashley was going out of town the next day and still had to pack, I had to take care of an errand of my own so we wouldn't be getting together until 7PM.
So at 6PM we all split to run our various errands. I ran over to DSW in hopes of getting a pair of brown boots to replace the ones I had been rocking for about 3 years. The heel was about to come off and there was no way that they could be saved due to the damage. After about 45 minutes of searching the shoe store, I realized that nothing was going to work. You would think with 300 pairs of shoes they would have a simple small heeled brown boot. Oh, no, but they had 100 pairs of black calf high boots. Okay...
So I grabbed the 6 train and was on my way.
So I checked my phone and realized I would be about 10 minutes late. No problem, Sarah left work at 7PM and she would be the by 7:30, I would beat her easily. Yeah, right. After getting out at Astor place I wandered around aimlessly looking for the street. I went the complete opposite way and finally had to call Ashley. Of course she laughed her butt off and told the group I was lost again. So she gave me the directions and I was off.
After 10 more minutes I realized I was even more lost. Yes, I am in the Village quite often, but never alone so I have people to lead me around while I do the talking. Not this time. So I called Ashley again and I could hear the group laughing in the background including Sarah. She had beaten me there. Unbelievable! So Ashley stayed on the phone and talked me to the destination. I was pretty annoyed at myself when I got there but soon that changed as I was grabbed by Sarah and hugged tightly almost being knocked to the floor, she is small but has the vise grip of boa constrictor.
Everyone was a drink ahead of me, so I had to get busy.
After two glasses I was really happy! Maybe I was too happy, because the group was laughing at my sarcastic goodness or maybe I was paranoid. I wasn't that bad, really, but I kept coming up with crazy ideas which seem sane at the time.
After we were done with our meal the waiter brought out a piece of cake with a candle, nice! We pulled out the camera and began taking photos. I looked like a total lush in the first one. I had done it on purpose, seriously, but no one believed me. It was really quite heinous! The server asked if he could take a photo for us and relit the candle. When we saw the picture, one of our friends's head was cut off; all you could see was her eye. The server lit the cake again and took yet another one, it was a lot better.
After we ate the cake it was time to head to a bar for a quick drink so we headed over to the Telephone Bar and Grill that is made up to look like an English pub.
The drinks were a little weak so we decided we need a birthday shot. Actually, Sarah was the one who thought we needed a birthday shot. I tried to argue, but who was I kidding. SoCo was my friend and I hadn't seen him in a while. So we passed out the shots of Southern Comfort. One person in our group refused, she had had a bad experience with SoCo in the past and stuck to wine, but she volunteered to document the experience. Very scary...
So we clanked our shot glasses and prepared to take the plunge, at this moment Ashley discovered a huge chunk of glass missing from her shot.
I finally noticed that Ashley's glass was really broken and started laughing uncontrollably. After laughing 5 minutes straight I turned to talk to Sarah, because I hadn't seen her in a while and found a drink in front of me. Vanilla Stoli and 7, one of my friends was treating me right! At least I hope it was one of my friends because some lunatic next to us started screaming crap at us with a huge grin on his face.
We tried to ignore this guy, but after five minutes we couldn't take his screaming anymore and chugged our drinks to leave. It was almost midnight and we all had to be back at work early the next morning. As we stood up to leave he begged us not to go! Someone had abandonment issues...
Ashley and I called a cab company from Brooklyn and prepared to wait. This company always says 25 minutes, no matter what.
When we were left alone we looked down the street and found that there were orange cones everywhere. It appears it was for the vans for a movie shoot that had been taken place there earlier. The best part was a cone on top of a random person's car. Yeah some drunk had put it up there and it wasn't us! But these two drunks decided to pose with it. How could we pass that up?
Our taxi pulled up as we took the final shot and we hopped into the cab laughing uncontrollably. Something about an orange cone on a random person's car at 12:30AM after four drinks just has to make you smile!