I know you were expecting a birthday post as usual, but nothing about yesterday’s birthday was usual. Like I mentioned before, what I really, really wanted was a birthday party, but since I came to that realization late. I decided to settle on having dinner with friends. This, too, was a late decision that only came on Wednesday night. I texted people on Thursday morning, and the dinner was on Friday night – my birthday – January, 14th 2011.
Before we went out for the evening, Funmie told me that she went to the store and tried unsuccessfully to buy me that dress, the one I wanted so badly a while ago. I had gone to the store to buy a dress, but I fell in love with two dresses. Not being able to afford two at the same time, I ended up buying one and leaving the other one. It was the other one she tried to get me, but couldn’t find. I didn’t tell her, but when I got off the phone with her, I cried. I thought it was so sweet of her to try to get me that dress. Too bad she’s a woman. We would have been married with two point five kids and a white picket fence by now. A very high, very electrocuted white picket fence. And a Hugh Jackman – looking gate man to boot. Just in case wifey gets bored *coughs* Love you, Funmie. I’ll arrange a small accident for your husband if he makes you cry.
We went to Eden’s Lounge – a place I had never, ever been to before. And I have lived in Baltimore for a decade *bows head in shame* I have been good at blogging and growing my virtual social network, but going out … to lounges … on Friday nights … on my birthday … Downtown Baltimore? Yeah, not so much. No, not at all. Most people didn’t make it. The ones that did, they made me laugh till I cried – literally. I’ll skip the boring details and move to the interesting part.
Time to order. Busola – God bless her heart – decided she’ll only order a plate of chicken wings because she did not care to try anything else. No, make that two plates of chicken wings. Funmie had one order of chicken wings, too, and an order of crab cakes. Chinwe and I had mango chicken qausidillas and chicken wings. And Ibukun had beef springs rolls and fries. I had starved myself all day for this dinner, but by the time I had two mango chicken quesadillas, a few wings, and a handful of fries, I couldn’t go through half of my food. Maybe it had something to do with the drinks.
Oh, the drinks! I first ordered two mango martinis. You can tell I like mango-flavored things, right? Prior to yesterday night, I don’t think I had ever drunk a whole glass of any alcoholic drink. After the two mango martinis, I had two more mango martinis. I still don’t know how I did it. Four glasses down, I started feeling a little funny. Both of my eyes were watering, and I didn’t know why. I think I know why now.
At about 10PM, we were relocated to a different part of the lounge. We didn’t know that the lounge turned into a club on Friday nights. So, there we were … in a club. More people joined us. By the way, if you see Chinwe, tell her I’ll be sending a bill to her for making me laugh like a hyena. This girl danced like no one was watching her. She had a peach martini. Funmi had a peach martini, too. Ibukun had a Long Island ice tea … and four shots of Blue Motorcycle [vodka & gin]. Speaking of Blue Motorcycle, Funmi bought one, told me to close my eyes and open my mouth … and voila, it went down my throat.
My current count: four glasses of Mango Martini and a shot of Blue Motorcycle.
A friend who was there, he bought me a Burberry London perfume set – God bless his heart for enabling my love obsession for fragrances. He had two glasses of Greygoose mixed with pineapple juice. I don’t know if there’s a fancy name for this drink. I had two sips gulps of his cocktail. I didn’t like it cause it warmed the inside of my throat. It took the second gulp to realize that. He decided to buy me two glasses of pineapple juice.
My current count: four glasses of mango martini, one shot of Blue Motorcycle, two gulps of greygoose and pineapple juice, and two glasses of pineapple juice.
Funmie was my designated driver. The chic was so hyper that at some point, I was not sure if having her drive me home was a good idea. The way she was dancing, I was scared for my life. Busola had on flat shoes, yet she danced for a bit and had the nerves to sit down because her feet huer. My four-three-quarter inch heels and I did not part for one second. I fear that if care is not taken, my friends and I will end up getting old before we get old. We need to go out more often.
When the lounge turned into a club, our mouths dropped at the dance moves we saw. One particular chic, her sole mission was to dry hump all the security guys. I had a conspiracy theory: she was doing it to distract security so that her accomplice would do dirt at some other part of the club. Okay, so perhaps, I have watched too many action flicks. The other chic, she was giving away free lap dances like it was a cold virus. For a brief minute, I considered getting one, too. I also had a conspiracy theory for her: she was getting paid. I cannot quite justify my reason for the creativity to come up with this theory.
The way the second girl twisted her body, I was fascinated. Men gawked, their faces begged to have a piece of what she offered. Women stared. Some were jealous, tried to feign their jealousy as disgust. Most – like me – watched with curious eyes, wishing they could do what she did. She may have called what she was doing lap dancing. It looked more like dry-friggin-humpin’ – the musical. And I liked it! *Insert embarrassed Igbo face* At some point, she danced with one of my guests. You should have seen the satisfied look on his face. And on hers, too. I took a picture of them. Babe was anything but camera-shy. She wanted to see the picture, make sure she liked it. Since I wouldn’t want to put my friend in possible wahala, I’ll keep away from posting his picture here. But I am tempted.
Another friend came in with another friend (tautology?). The friend who came in with the friend, let’s call him Mr. Perfect Gentleman. I don’t know if he wants his name mentioned, and since we have mutual friends, I’ll respect his privacy. So Mr. Perfect Gentleman bought me a bottle of Moet Champagne. He didn’t tell me that he did. So when the waitress came to our table with a bottle of Moet and a bucket of ice asking for the birthday girl, I was a little taken back. For reasons I won’t bother mentioning, I thought he did a very sweet and thoughtful thing. The champagne was popped. We drank. I had two glasses. It was my very first time drinking Moet. I had heard so many things about it in songs. At last, we met! Dance, dance, dance.
Before we left [at 2AM], a guy whom I assumed to be African-American, whom I had also never seen or spoken to before came to me while I was jejely sitting down and minding my Verastic business and began to — shall we call this fondle me? He touched me like it was just a continuation from where we stopped. And Funmie decided to take a picture — which he posed for. What was I doing while all this was going on? I was in the errr-???-uhhmmm phase. He got up to leave, and then I thought, why, it’s my birthday! So I called him back and said, “We have to take this picture right!” He sat on me [facing me], his legs wrapped around mine, and Funmie took a picture. We looked like two lovers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other: a fable that I was very willing to live in — even if for the moment.
My current count: four glasses of mango martini, one shot of Blue Motorcycle, two gulps of greygoose and pineapple juice, two glasses of pineapple juice, two glasses of Moet champagne, and a bottle of water.
Exiting the club was one happy, blurry-eyed, exhausted, really, really, happy Vera. You say tipsy, I say happy. Semantics really.
myne Whitman says
Yay first!
Happy Birthday Vera and I wish you plenty more Moets and friends and happiness.
Vera Ezimora says
Dalu oooo! Now that you’ve wished me more happiness (and Moets), I guess I can forgive you for travelling and leaving me 🙂
Funmie says
eheheheheheh…. u dis gal…. are u turning GAY or wat? ehn! all of my antenna is now alert oh!
cry baby…
Gosh! dat much fun has got to be illegal
Vera Ezimora says
LOL @ turning gay. I would … but you’re really not my type. I hope this doesn’t kill your enthusiasm to find my dress 😀
Sylvia Igwe says
i feel like i missed the best fun of someones life.mmmh!really wish i was there, doe for some odd reason,reading all this,i feel like i was.
Good to go Vera.Life is short n time is a wasting.
Vera Ezimora says
Babe, I’m glad you feel like you were there … that was my intention when I was writing this post. By God’s grace, you’ll be there for the next one, yes? I was a baaaad chic!. Okay, I’ll try to get over myself. LOL.
Sleekiest says
Hmmm….sounds like someone is coming of age. All those friends who took you to go and dis-virgin your innocence need to be whooped.
And where was Mr Shoes in all of this???
Happy Belated Birthday, glad you had fun…albeit, blurry, tipsy fun.
Vera Ezimora says
LOL @ coming of age. Is that what they call it these days? Per whooping all those people, I toooooootally agree! But leave Mr. Shoes out of the whooping.
Speaking of Mr. Shoes, you know, I deliberately left his name out of this post, just to see if anyone would bring his name up … even on my birthday, and HA! Look what has happened. Well, Mr. Shoes … 😀 … that’s all I’m willing to say about that. You may ask him for the details.
AnonymousGA says
Happy Birthday to our one and only Verastic. I wish you many more fun, blessings and laughter filled days and nights.
Vera Ezimora says
Amen!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you, gorgeous!!!
Ms.o says
You say Tipsy…I say DRUNK! Happy birthday again!
Vera Ezimora says
Bia, bia … Ms. O, mind yourself oh! Vera Ezimora was not drunk! She was soberly tipsy … thank you very much!
lara says
You have such wonderful friends…Happy belated birthday…wishing you many more years of joy, love and God’s blessings
Vera Ezimora says
That much I can agree with. I do have wonderful friends. Quite annoying. But wonderful all the same. LOL.
Joxy says
Glad you had a nice celebration. I know you wouldn’t have drank so much had it not been for Funmie (just joking o!) Long life, good health, wonderful husband, plenti children, surplus money. Just a few of my prayers for you IJN. Happy birthday again V.
Vera Ezimora says
You’re right oh! If not for Funmie who pushed and pushed, I would not have drunk so much. Joxy, you know me now! I no be that kin babe *adjusts halo*
Babs says
Omuti!!!
Vera Ezimora says
You’d have to explain what that means. And it better be good!
busie18 says
It means u are a drunkard
Ginger says
That sounds like a helluva party you had there. Its all good. Happy belated birthday wishes!! I did remember and offered youa prayer but I was like drowning in an assignment.
Have a blessed year ahead!!
Ginger says
*correction* I did remember and prayed for you. For ji na ede, for di na umu, for ego na akpukpu ukwu na acha obara obara. For nkwu (you got the advanced one -moet) for udo na ifunanya. Ameeeen!
meanwhile according to the new zodiac changes you are now a Saggitaurus. whaddaya think?
Vera Ezimora says
Oh, per the new zodiac signs, that one is their own oh! The thing is so ridiculous! What happened to all those ‘You’re this way because you’re a Capricorn thingies …?” *HISS* The entire thing is a fallacy. That said, I’m still a Capricorn. Hapu cha kwa all that nonsense they’re saying.
LOL @ the akpu ukwu n’acha obara, obara. I will get those shoes by faya! Well, either that or I find a darn good replacement.
Vera Ezimora says
Awww. Thanks, babe!! The prayer can’t beat anything else. Of course, a Range Rover woulda been nice, too, but I understand … I guess 😀
Vera Ezimora says
Awww. Thanks, babe!! The prayer can’t beat anything else. Of course, a Range Rover woulda been nice, too, but I understand … I guess 😀
lucidlilith says
Ah, Vera. Now I know that you and I are ready to party. thank Busola, Funmi and Ibukun for getting you ready to experience a club hopping night with me. don’t worry. you won’t remember half of what we do.
😉
Vera Ezimora says
Hahahaha. Biko, when is the day, let us go already! My body don dey itch to parry with you. As you see me here sef, it’s not me you’re seeing oh. As far as I’m concerned, I’m clubbin’ with you.
T.Notes says
Heyyyy,to think that i was anticipating the pictures on that last bit!Lol!
Happy Birthday VERA!!!!Whoop whoop!
Vera Ezimora says
LOL @ the pictures of the last bit. Ehm …. well, sure. They’re COMING SOON. Thanks for the birthday greetings 😉
Jayla says
Onye anuruma
Vera Ezimora says
Biko, leave me oh! When you were michala onu, did you remember me? Yes, I am still mad at that! *INSERT ANGRY IGBO FACE*
Nogo says
Happy Belated Birthday! <3
Corve DaCosta says
Happy Belated Birthday
Beulah says
Happy Birthday in arears Vee!, Many more glorious years ahead of you, Amen