It was my birthday. I was very very drunk. Guys kept kissing on me. One of them was all "happy birthday" and I was groping his ass and I was all "nice ass" and he's all "not bad for 44, huh?"
Then ten minutes later they call his name for Karaoke and its freakin Leif Garrett.
We talked a little later and he was helping me down the stairs when we left, being sorta flirty, and my sisters glared and I said, "my sisters don't let me go home with strangers when I'm drunk." He laughed and said, "good idea" and kissed me on the cheek (I think) and said good-night.
OMG Trudy, best drunken birthday story ever. Is there any chance you could hop a plane for AZ and take erika out for the celebrity-macking birthday debauch she deserves?
Perhaps you and your sisters should have a talk about the Former Pin-Up Poster Boy exception to that rule?
He's cute, in a very out-of-it sort of way.
I am seasonal:
Summer: gin & tonic
Fall-Winter: bourbon & ginger
Spring: orange vodka & cranberry
OMG Trudy!! Too cool.
Happy Birthday, Erika!
Awesome birthday story, Trudy!
Perhaps you and your sisters should have a talk about the Former Pin-Up Poster Boy exception to that rule?
I told them if it had been Shaun Cassidy they'd have had a fight on their hands.
Seriously though, what's the dangerous part about drunkenly going home with a stranger REALLY? Disappearing off the face of the earth, that's what. If I hadn't have shown up in a day or two they'd have TOTALLY known where to look. Bitches...
Happy Birthday Erika! I hope you too get to make out with a former
Tiger Beat
cover boy!
It is true, JZ, that my birthday life is much like my romantic life...way more sweet than crazy or exciting.
Not that sweet is bad, mind you.
But I never have an urge for a vanilla cake, you know?
