49%

The short story would be: I had a realllllly good birthday.


The longer, but not so long you get bored, story goes something like this:

We shopped. We ate. We walked. We drank. And then it was time to go out for my birthday, and that is when the fun started. With just a vague plan for the evening, we set out looking our hottest back to where we had seen a bunch of bars and pubs earlier in the day. Our original plan had been to do a pub crawl of sorts up the street, drinking and flirting as we went along-our own little path of destruction in honor of my birthday. The plan changed, though, when we ordered our first drinks at the Peculiar Pub and met NotRugby* and NotButtonDown, two gents from the motherland (England.)

Ummmm, I'm a sucker for an accent, as are many other women, and that, mixed with some charm went a looooong way last night. And it's interesting because we started off the evening just talking and being funny with the occasional flirting or eye-batting going on. A few beers and rum and cokes later was a different story. I guess as the birthday girl it was understood I got one of them...at least, that's how I saw it in my head:) NotCharlotte stepped up like a champ and worked it and reversed it with the other. Although by then everything was muddled and it was a blur of flirting, ass-grabbing, and propositions.

Ahhh yes, the propositions! "Sex or nothing" I was told. NotButtonDown was very into the idea of getting me and NotCharlotte back to their hotel room and well, about 49% of me was into the idea, too. Just enough of me was sensible enough to not go to a random hotel room where it was very obvious what was expected. I really wanted to kiss him (at least), though, but I guess it was his m.o. to make me wait for everything. Well, not everything, I guess. He also had another interesting tactic for getting me to go back with him and holy hell it probably increased my wanting to go to 49.999999999999999%.

But I have good friends who don't let their other good, drunk friends go off with random men-no matter how cute they are and how hott their accents are. *sigh* So, while part of me still wishes I was blogging about the hott night spent with NotButtonDown at his hotel room, the majority of me knows I made the correct decision.


(Do guys really get blue balls?? If so...sorry, NotButtonDown. I did offer to take you to the back, so really, it was your loss. Thanks for an awesome birthday and if the card with our url that I so kindly and 'gently' placed into your pants pocket actually made it back with you**, then please let us know. )

Happy Birthday to me!


*Although the jury is still out as to whether he would be NotRugby or Notnotrugby-get it?
**HAHAHA, Although I just realized that if he looked at the card later in the night he would have read, "No Sex & The City," which just seems like cruel and unusual punishment at that point. And after all of that beer, he probably couldn't even focus on the url. Hilarious. I just hope he forgets about it until he gets home and does laundry..."What is this?"...