Thursday Night Luau Party

It started out innocent enough - I was to meet Ms. Fabulous and her brother (should we call him Brother Fabulous?) out for happy hour at The Old Monk. We were going to have drinks, eat some dinner, and exchange silly stories about Ms. Fabulous' younger years. Believe me, I am sure there are some stories to be told! In fact, we did all of that. Mr. and Mrs. Bad Relationship Karma, Ashton, The New Yorker, The Chin and other friends showed up as well to partake in the patio festivities. Beers were plentiful, as was some French Lemonade cocktail Ms. Fabulous kept ordering. Conversation topics of the evening included:
1) why Ghost Bar sucks
2) why Ms. Fabulous got scared while watching The Village on DVD
3) why Robin Leach is unable to find a parking space on Knox-Henderson
4) how Mrs. Bad Relationship Karma is now a Sugar Mommy
and supporting her soon-to-stay-at-home husband
5) why Dallas real estate is too overpriced!

But, instead of calling it a night and heading home to study, I got talked into going to Sunset Lounge for another drink. Besides, I had been rather reclusive these last few weeks so why not hang out a little longer with my good friends. I made a quick stop by the condo to pick up Robin Leach, who was about to get into bed but quickly changed his mind for a gin and tonic!

Off to Sunset Lounge we went, shocked to see the amount of cars there were in the parking lot on a Thursday night. Little did we know that tonight was the Sunset Luau Party (I had received an invite on MySpace.com but had forgotten about it). Within a few seconds of entering, we all got "leid". The fruity drinks were flowing, the tunes were spinning, and we were all enjoying this rather causal night at the lounge. The Chin made his way to the bar to get cocktails for everyone from Dallas' best bartender Johnny and the next thing I know we each had Cosmos, pretty pink drinks, and God knows what else.

Our evenings always have a highlight - that pivotal moment when someone (usually The New Yorker) does something outrageous. Well, tonight was no different. The New Yorker picked up a hula hoop and began twirling it around her waist right smack in the middle of the bar! In fact, we couldn't get her to stop - she was a Hula Hooping Machine!

I don't know what happened the remainder of the evening and I am not sure I want to know. Robin and I had an early departure as our weeks had both been long. But, I am sure there are many more stories left to tell about last night........


Picture of the Night: Mr. Bad Relationship Karma (shown with Mrs. Bad Relationship Karma) saying, "No more pictures!" That's what you get when you try to escape the blog cam - more attention on the blog. Please note that Bad Relationship Karma does not refer to their relationship. In fact, they have very good karma. But, they enjoying poking fun at those of us like me that bomb in the relationship category!!!