Last year on my birthday, said friends decided to make it a huge deal, which they usually do because they love me so much, but last year was a little bit more outrageous than most.
My really hot friend....seriously he's hot, look...
|That's him. Except he has a face in real life.|
We stopped by and picked up Hubby on the way and by that time it has started snowing really bad. I wasn’t sure where we were going but I didn’t think we were going to make it.
We drove and drove and drove. I fell asleep. I woke up and the world was covered in snow. Hubby said, “Look out the window, Wifey.” I sat up and wiped the fog off the window. I gasped as I took into view the freaking Capital Building. In Washington D.C. Like 5 hours away from home. And there was soooo much snow!
|There's a monument there. Can you see it?|
And let me tell you, sharing a hotel room with two hot guys that don’t care if you see them in their little undies is awesome. (At this time I didn’t even know Boyfriend, so don’t judge me).
We hopped in the elevator, my excitement and curiosity getting the best of me, and when the doors opened, there stood the remainder of my circle. All dolled up and ready to go. I had no clue they were coming. I was so happy, I nearly cried.
We all piled into ONE vehicle and made our way through the city. Which looked like a ghost town because they had declared a state of emergency. The only other vehicles out were snow plow trucks. The snow was so deep; we were actually pushing it with our Chevy Avalanche. (For the record, the Avalanche was like a freakin’ tank in all that snow. If I ever break down and buy a four wheel drive, that’s what I’m getting.)
Anyways, we arrived at our first destination. The first thing I noticed while walking up to the door was a sign that read, “One male per female.” Um, what? I asked Hubby what the hell was going on and he just said, “Trust me.”
The bouncer counted all of us and made sure each female was accompanied by a male. Then we had to wear a bracelet that said we were actually females. I was seriously surprised they didn’t check our nether regions to make sure. They checked our clutches for cameras and read us the rules about no touching and no cell phones. Weird.
By this time, I was scared. I had no idea what they had brought me to. Then I found out.
I walked in to see a half-a-dozen naked men dancing around.
And by naked, I mean nothing but tube socks. And the three in my group were the only females.
It was almost like a movie, where the music stops and everyone turns to look at the outsiders.
Don't miss part 2 tomorrow!