oh what a night....

late december back in 63
what a very special time for me
as i remember what a night.

(just a little frankie valli and the 4 seasons for you.)

but seriously---
what a fucking night.
a good one, certainly.
some of it planned, then rearranged, but much of it unexpectedly good.
we remembered we haven't had Thai food for a long time so we had some.
kicking oursleves and licking our lips (not as hard as it sounds if you do yoga)
for staying away from such flavors for so long.
god DAMN it was good.
even if we did have an appetizer of cake and ice cream at the mom in law's.
then, with the kids safely tucked away with her until this morning...
we headed home...
ahem.
then a couple of hours later we got ready to go out.
(nudge nudge, wink wink)
as we drove to the club, we got a call with an update.
the new plan was to go to a party with our newly single friend, then head to the bar from there.
i wasn't especially looking forward to walking into a house full of young single strangers--because you just never know.
turns out, all the coolest kids in provo were congregated there, so it was a worry for nothing.
played a fabulous drinking game, which made me feel much less than my newly acquired 29 years.
but don't ask me to tell you the rules, cuz i lost the second round and the penalty was drinking about 2 beers in one shot (on top of the two i had consumed more slowly throgh the games...)
and hell, who stops there??
then it was downstairs to their regulation black jack table--betting for drinks, not money.
these kids were hardcore. heh.
very cool.
one guy was from upstate new york--next door to the town where an old boyfriend's college is, which i visited. Potsdam.
and his girlfriend was from idaho, but they both immediately knew i was a new england girl.
GOD BLESS THEM, EVERY ONE!!!!
you have no friggin clue how much of a compliment that is.
i could try to explain it, but i won't bore you.
just know that this is clonesville and i was glad that after 10 years i still don't blend in.
BUNCH OF FUCKING FUCKERS.
so then it was off to the bar for some dancing and peeing.
yes, more bar pissing.
like at least 5 times in the two hours we were there.
once, on the way back from a pee trip some guy grabbed me and started dancing with me, close.
i laughed and said, pointing, "my husband's right over there."
and then there was the girl in the red outfit, with PANTYHOSE?? on.
the boys (my husand & his buddy) took one look at her and said, practically in unison:
she's a pro.
and the more we watched her, the more we were certain.
this girl was a hooker--probably on her first night.
the look on her face gave me chills, even in my slightly fogged state of mind.
cold fear, discomfort, determination.
i really couldn't look at her for more than a few seconds...
and then i saw the guy who sang NKOTB the other night, and i couldn't stop smiling.
he caught me a couple of times and i looked away.
then we headed back for more black jack and food.

happy
fucking
birthday
to
me.

it was a great night.
oh! i almost forgot...
go here for a good read, and to hear a deliciously accented birthday wish to me from overseas...