Last night was Jack's birthday party and it was a lot of fun. I wasn't feeling sick anymore, so I was able to enjoy myself a lot more than at the Christmas party. Plus, this was all very laid back and didn't require wearing good clothes to attend.
It wasn't exactly an enormous birthday bash, but it was big enough. And there were a lot of jokes made about how old Jack was, and how everything pretty much goes to shit after you turn 30. Of course, that's totally not true. At least it better not be since I'll be celebrating this birthday soon enough myself. But I remember when I was a kid, 30 really did seem old. And I know I thought that anyone who was that age, must be really mature and grown up and have a perfect idea about what life was all about.
That's a myth though. I don't think Jack is any different than he was at 20. Sure, some things are different. He's a parent now and he's married. But I doubt he's got his life figured out perfectly yet. Does anyone ever get to that point? I'm starting to think the answer is no. And if it's yes, then I've got a lot of learning to do in a year and half!
Anyway, we had fun last night. There was a lot of music and drinking and a ton of food. Jack's wife always says she's a horrible cook, but hors'dourves are her specialty. She can cook up a mean batch of frozen chicken wings. But she actually made stuff from scratch too. Like stuffed mushrooms and bacon wrapped water chestnuts. Yum. I didn't eat any dinner, but I certainly filled up on snacks.
Everyone made fun of me though when I was getting my food. Melanie set out these cheap plastic tongs to pick up the chicken wings. So I happily grabbed them up and attempted to get some chicken. But the tongs snapped in half under the crushing grasp of my mighty fist.
People laughed and I made a joke about being Superman. It was funny. Then she brings out a new set of tongs. I snapped those in half too. WTF? Am I really that strong? It was hilarious. Especially since when they snapped, pieces of them went shooting across the room.
After that, Melanie said I owed her $5 to pay for the destroyed plastic utensils. And she handed Natalie a set of salad tongs and told her that she was my official food grabber for the evening. I couldn't be trusted not to break stuff.
Eventually people started to drink a lot more than they were eating, and there was a lot of lame dancing going on. Jack is the king of that sort of thing. He jumped on the couch and did an interesting dance to Wild Thing by Ton Loc. That was a sight to see. But all the girls at the party loved it. People threw money at him.
So that's when I realized that being a dumbass is attractive to girls. So I had to join him. Not that we were trying to impress anyone but the girls we already had. But Melanie was laughing at Jack and telling him he was a sexy beast, so I wanted Natalie to say the same thing. I like attention. Who doesn't? Plus, I was a little drunk and it seemed the thing to do.
Of course, we got a little out of hand and Jack ended up falling over the back of the couch and almost crashed into the Christmas tree. That was my fault. I did something, and lost my balance and I fell over onto him. And then he just tipped right over and fell on his ass. That was hilarious. And then he threw a couch cushion at me, which I took as a declaration of war. And then a couch pillow attack was launched, and everyone joined in.
So this is how a mature 30 year old celebrates his birthday. With a pillow fight. No refined party with wine and cheese and talk about the state of our nation. This was a drunken pillow fight set to the Beastie Boys, Fight For Your Right To Party. To me, that's way more fun.
At one point, most of the women disappeared into the back of the house and we had no idea what they were doing. Maybe having a naked pillow fight in the comfort of the bedroom? We weren't sure, but we decided to check it out just in case. I mean, if they were doing that, we wanted to at least watch.
But when we opened up the bedroom door, they weren't naked. And there were no pillows being thrown. But they were rubbing lotion on themselves. Hmm. Very interesting. Sounds kind of kinky, huh? I guess it wasn't though. Turns out one of the girls, Sam, was having everyone test out a new product from her store. She owns a small shop that sells natural beauty products and clothes made out of nothing but natural fibers. She's a bit of a hippie.
And this lotion was some sort of new hemp body butter and she wanted everyone to try it out. Of course, my first question was, "does that smell like pot?" I mean, gross. Who wants to smell like pot? But Sam made a face at me and called me a dipshit. And she said it smelled good and not like pot smoke. And she explained how hemp oils were excellent for your skin.
Then she squirted some on my hands and made me try it. It wasn't half bad. My hands were very soft afterwards. And she showed me the label that urged people not to eat it because it didn't have any THC in it, so it wouldn't make you high. It would just make you barf because eating lotion isn't a good idea. Good to know. Because my first instinct was to eat it or dip a cigarette in it and toke it up. (I'm kidding.) But you know some stoner out there will try that. At least if they don't read the label.
Natalie liked the lotion a lot so I'm keeping that in mind. Not that I'm going to buy it or anything...because if I said I was buying it, it wouldn't be a surprise. So I'm definitely not getting that for anyone, okay? But it smelled good. And soft skin is always a plus. So maybe some other lucky girl from the party will be getting that in her stocking? Who knows?
All in all, we had an incredible blast at the party. It was a ton of fun and I hope Jack isn't too hungover today. And since today is his actual birthday, I'll just say happy birthday once more. And if you want to send him your own wishes, Gingersoul has set up a post just for him. She beat me to it!
Happy Birthday Mr. Box!!-evil_twin LA