I don't speak dumbass

Last night was the birthday bash. Dinner was disappointing, the food was mediocre-but the group was great. I was a little bummed not having a cake, but B, sweetheart that she is, surprised us with one after dinner! Most of the ladies were tired and went home from there. It was tempting after my two glasses of wine. I was in a happy, but sleepy mood. But it was my day and I wanted to go out. We all piled in the car (7 of us in a 5 seater, typical family trip for me) and headed to Adams Morgan. Miracle: we found a parking space right in front of the club! It was so great not having to walk from the metro. So we went to Felix, but it wasn't our scene, so we went across the street to TomTom's. B and A left us there, but the rest of us went in. It was pretty empty, so we found a spot on the dance floor and just acted silly dancing around by ourselves and having a good time. L was the lucky one to receive a lap dance, wine makes me brave-the guys loved the show. One happy camper yelled, "Fuck yeah!" (no, not fuck ya, as L thought). We had some creepy lurkers who (thinking we couldn't hear them) pointed to each of us and said, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, no!" Then they tried a great line, "Where are you all from?" We got away from them quick. Some other guys were hanging around and finally came over. The guy talking to me lucked out because I was feeling friendly and we danced for a while. And maybe there was a little making out....it was my birthday!! Poor S had a guy ask her where she was from and then grilled her about what languages she spoke. P said it best when she said, "I don't speak dumbass!" Hehe....All in all, it was a great group and we had a lot of fun. I enjoyed myself but was still able to get up this morning and make it to my spa day with a S.
So the transition into 30 wasn't as painful as it could have been.
I love my friends, we always make any outing fun!