We have returned from Orlando, and our vacation at the Universal Studios resort.
Details on that one in the days to come--but first, less we forget....folks, we have to talk about the big shindig in honor of my wife on this past Saturday night. Classic.
We had decided that in lieu of a party here at the house, that what we would do is to go to the HardRock Casino here in town and bring a large group of friends to this club called 88 Dualing Pianos. What they do at the club is have these two pianos facing one another on a small stage in the middle of the club, and these three piano players rotate in and out throughout the evening playing pretty much any song that you could think of. Seriously. We had everything from Billy Joel to Jimmy Buffett to country to hiphop to t.v. show theme songs. It was just tons of fun. But let's go back to the beginning and briefly recap the evenings events. We were joined for dinner at Carabbas (home of the world's best spicy chicken soup) by Kim's brother, his friends Tim & Debbie and her brother in law Jorge. We had gotten Tim & Debbie to let us use their Ford Expedition so that we could have someone be the designated driver. Uh....allegedly. So after a nice dinner, we step out of the restaurant right into the middle of undoubtably one of the most horrific lightening storms I've seen in my over 30 years of living in south Florida. Good Lord, it was horrible. Now, at this point we were going to swing by the house real quick and drop our take home food off with the kids and be on our way. Time was working out well, as it wasn't quite 6:45 and I had wanted to be at the casino by 7:30pm at the latest, in case anyone showed up early to the club. Kim then decides to call our neighbors Jimmy & Mary, who had told us they were coming, and ask them if they wanted to join us in the SUV. Mary said she needed another 20 minutes, and Kim told her she had 5. Allegedly. We pulled up into their driveway and waited. And waited...and waited. I began to get the feeling that Mary was higher maintenence than I may have realized. We drive to the casino, egging on Tim (who was driving) through the torrential downpour. When we get there, because of the weather, the valet service had shut down and the parking garage was nearly full. Ugh. Things were not looking good. After about a 10 minute drive thru the garage, we stumble onto a spot and head to the casino....allegedly. First we stop off for a quick pitstop that turns into a 15 minute wait. Mary. She had to finish her makeup. Yep, high maintenence that one. So finally we get to the club. Luckily, only one couple had gotten there early, so it wasn't like I had to deal with a bunch of people screaming and yelling at us for being late. So everyone else moved into the club while I stood outside with Jorge waiting for anyone who might come walking up. Hilarity ensued.
Most of the people walking up (not in our party mind you) thought Jorge & I were the bouncers and began to show us their i.d.'s and try and hand us the cover charge of $6. After a while, Kim came out and asked me how we were doing. I told her that I didn't know about her, but I had made $20 and had two new phone numbers.
Finally most people we expected arrived (two no-shows. HUMPF!). Around 8:30 the show started and the place just lit up like a Christmas tree. Literally every person that came that night, whether they were friends of mine or Kim's told us what a great time that they had and how they wanted to come back to the club again.
Lots of fun sing a longs and the fun of getting to see Kim called onto stage and have the entire crowd wish her a happy 40th birthday. She then had to do a little dance for everyone to the "hokeypokey". Then she had to dance with some other guy who was also celebrating his birthday. She had to put her fingers in the guys belt loops while I played the role of outraged husband. It was really a lot of fun though. Meanwhile, at some point during the evening, Mary had lost a contact lense and was sitting there with one eye closed. If that wasn't bad enough, she was getting---hmm, well....incredibly drunk would be a good name for it. She fell asleep on her husband's shoulder and when she was awake, she was only opening one eye (because of her contact lense). It was really pretty hilarious, getting even worse on the ride home when she began making....hmm....what can only be described as desperately inappropriate comments. Inappropriate yes, fall out of your chair laughing---oh hell yes. I can't imagine she'll remember even one second of it.
Isn't that what parties are all about?
Next time---Orlando & Universal---good Lord to my feet hurt.
Later,
Jeff
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