No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service

Last night the wife of a friend of mine threw a birthday party for her lovely husband.  It was at a local bar (otherwise known as "the bar"), and all of their friends were in attendance.  The party was a surprise, and amazingly we all managed to keep it a secret!  However, as it turns out.....the party itself wasn't the only surprise in store for the birthday  boy. 

At around 8:30 Daisy sends me the following text:

"i'm not sure where u r...but come inside and find me...there is a striper coming at 830....SHHHHH BIG SECRET....COME INSIDE"

Well, you don't have to tell THIS girl twice.  I quickly found Daisy and demanded to know how it was possible that a stripper was coming to "the bar".  AND...if she was, was she really stripping?  Because that would just be too much.  Daisy assured me that the girl was stripping, at "the bar" for the birthday boy.  Good Lord!

So, here I am standing with my group of friends (one of which is pregnant and so sweet...she was only there for the birthday boy, and certainly not trying to see any strippers) awaiting the arrival of this "surprise".  After a while I began to think that it was a joke.  And I breathed a sigh of relief...because really?  A stripper?  In "the bar"?  I was standing in the walkway talking to a friend.  Laughing about something insignificant.  And I heard a timid "excuse me".  And I looked to my right.  And there is a petite little thing in a bra and undies.  Right there in "the bar".  And I almost fainted.  I stumbled back, jaw on the floor, and she moved to the front of "the bar" where the birthday boy was sitting in a chair.  He had no idea what was going on, but when she pranced over to him I think it began to sink in.  And it was something.  She stripped.  Like REALLY stripped.  In "the bar".  Which, by the way, is all windows.  So everyone outside could see.  I hid behind a pole.  I just didn't know what to do.  Isn't that silly? 

Daisy, on the other hand, stood on a chair and took pictures.  Thank goodness for Daisy!  There are quite a few pictures that are less than appropriate for my blog.  Let's just say that the group of us felt like we were  slighted in our Flirt! class.  We surely didn't learn moves like THAT!  But, because I've told you all about this I feel like I need to share at least one picture.  And it's the most PG of them all.  And as I'm uploading it I'm still sitting here thinking "did this really happen?  At 'the bar'?"

So, now that I've dropped THAT bomb on you....

My good friend K is moving this weekend :(  Although I've known her for years, we've only just become close in the last few months.  And of course..off she goes to Charlotte!  Grrr... 

Tonight we are having a going away shindig for her.  The regular suspects doing the regular things.  But it will be special, because we've formed a bit of a hodge podge family.  Those of us that aren't "from here" have come together to spend Sunday evenings together, and birthdays, and all other such monumental occasions.  Like moving :(

Tonight we will be gathered at Daisy's to celebrate K, and to mourn her leaving us.  And LW is invited.  Because K loves him.

And undoubtedly he will fall into Daisy's pond.  And will need a bath.  Again.  But that's okay :)  Because he wouldn't miss K's going away festivities for anything.  And neither would I....

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,

nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;

it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one

when he discovers that someone else believes in him

and is willing to trust him.

-From The Glory of Friendship by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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