Awesome

What can I say … I am living the dream and tasting the magic, or at least that was the saying of the weekend. Friday I took the afternoon of work to spend time with friends (Original Gay Boyfriend and The Loud Girl) in town visiting for the weekend. We managed to stay out of the bar until around 3pm. Which all things considered I think was really a show of restraint on our part.

We hit the pub to enjoy an afternoon mid cocktail after all our hard work shopping. We were quickly joined by more friends for more cocktails and lots of laughs. With a cold beer and my brand new cowboy hat - I know what you are thinking, but it was a gift and looks fantastic. Truly you have to believe me - I embraced 30.

After 5 pints of beer, a Sicilian kiss bought for me by Loud Girl we came home for a disco nap before heading off to the club for the night. Apparently when I got home my parents called, but to be honest I couldn't tell you what was said after happy birthday. Mom, as always I am making you proud.

So after the nap we got dressed for the club and listen to Sexy Back (my current guilty pleasure song). I have to take a break from the story to properly thank my parents for the lovely birthday gift they bought me ... a corset. Now it is not like they sent it in the mail, they just sent money but I saw, while window shopping Friday afternoon and was offered a 15% discount because it was my birthday. Could you say no ... I didn't think so. So in my new very tasteful corset we headed off to the club.

We met up Mr. Awesome and his best friend at the door to the club. (Who is Mr. Awesome? He would be … well ... ummm … the flavour of the month). After a short 10 minute wait we got into the club, but not before overhearing some guy offer the door man $2000.00 to jump the line. Two Grand, if I have that kind of money kicking around I would not use it that way, there are way better clubs to bribe a doorman at. Inside the DJ was playing funk and disco which was perfect for my mood. So with a beer in one hand and a vodka and cranberry in the other I hit the dance floor with Mr. Awesome. We had a great time and everyone was buying me drinks, birthdays can be so good.

By about 1am it was clear to Awesome and I that it was time for us to go back to my house for some alone time so we said our goodbyes (I think) and headed home. Now I am not a prude but I think some things are better left to the imagination, but if you need a bit of direction it was awesome. Saturday morning was, well awesome again. But I then had to say my goodbyes to Mr. Awesome as it was off to a party in the mountains!

I woke up Original Gay Boyfriend (OGB), piled our hungover asses into the car and we hit the road to find the next party.

I truly believe that road trips are not something you can do with everyone in your life but OGB and I are great travel companions. I am the driver and he is the DJ and photographer. It was a perfect afternoon, we had an ipod full of music, a few tourist towns and the open road to guide us. We stopped 4 times to chew the scenery, get OGB some new shots for his manline profile (which are totally hot btw) and grab a bite. After our 5 hour road trip we found the grounds, pulled up a log by the fire and cracked a beer.

As the sun went down into the mountains the DJ began to play and we watched the trees light up and the disco ball begin to spin. Over the course of the evening 5 or 6 different DJs played for the crowd. We danced for a while, sat by the fire for a bit and met some fellow partiers, watched some fire spinning (or poi as the kids call it) at midnight, laid in the hammock (yes there was a hammock) and watched the dance floor and the stars swing by. At about 4:30 it began to rain so we decided to pack it in for the night and climbed into the car put the seats down and had a nap.

I woke up at about 8am, climbed out of the car to find the final DJ still playing and about 15 people still dancing. I grabbed an apple out of the car and watched the last few minutes of the party and again woke up the OGB (I wonder how much he hates that) and we hit the road to come home. The drive back was much more subdued then the drive there, but with only about 3 hours sleep it was bound to happen.

OGB and I arrived back in the city at around 1pm and spent the afternoon lying around the house telling stories, eating cupcakes and laughing with Gay Boyfriend and Loud Girl, you know your average Sunday afternoon. Then it was time to go to bed early as I had to be an adult in the morning. Ick.

Now if that isn’t keeping the dream alive, I don’t know what is!

Kisses

The Single Girl