This is what I get for not keeping up with Swinged Cat‘s posts. Turns out, I read several days later, my birthday coincided with the 30th anniversary of the release of Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” When the band came the first time and played that song, Neighbor and I spontaneously combusted in unison even though no one else was dancing. I told her this time we needed to up our game by dancing on a table. Even *I* thought that was crazy, but she was up for it!
This might be one of those situations were my neighbor is secretly a spy or a superhero, like I won’t know until I accidentally see her take off her mask when she thinks no one is watching after she’s just saved someone from a mugging.
Anyway, back to the song, it wasn’t played. 😦 After she left, another friend asked me to request “500 Miles.” So, between songs, I walked up to the singer and said, “I’ve been requested to ask if you’d play ‘500 Miles.'” They made that the very next song. Apparently I had some pull. Why, oh why, did I not just ASK them to play “Smells Like Teen Spirit”? Again, IF I had read M’s post, I would’ve asked them to play it in honor of the anniversary. Missed opportunity! Next time, I suppose, unless, now having read this, Hubby says to me, “Uh, no, honey. No dancing on tables.” Drat!
Remember the Betsy tattoos? Here’s a slideshow of my neighbor applying one to Hubby’s fun-loving Colombian coworker.
And by the way,
Neighbor left me the rest of the tattoos, so if anyone wants one, let me know at parentingisfunny @ gmail. I’ll happily mail you one, especially if you’ll send me a picture of you sporting it! 🙂
You too can have my scary face on your arm!
I forgot to mention in the post about my birthday that Neighbor also got her car washed, inside and out, before picking me up. I mean… Seriously. How will I match this level of kindness on her birthday? Any ideas?
The morning after the fantastic band night, the bartender sent me a video of himself finding snowballs in the nooks and crannies of the bar. I told him Hubby and I had tried to collect them all, honest! But Bartender told me he cracked up every time he found one. Later he said he and his coworkers had a mini fight with them. 🙂 The gift that keeps on giving.
I wasn’t sure what to do with the snowballs. They were, of course, filthy. During the course of the night, I touched a few that were wet. Blech. I learned that a plastic cup of water had been knocked over and one beer glass, which couldn’t have been very full.
The snowballs live to fight another day!
And that shot glass on Mardi Gras beads I was given? My daughter saw it the next morning and asked what it was.
“A cup,” I told her.
“It’s so small,” she said.
“It’s for small drinks,” I told her.
“How do you keep it from spilling?” A valid point since it’s attached to a necklace.
“Uh, it’s not meant to have a drink in it for very long.”
What do you think? Fun time? Too crazy? Want a tattoo? Would you wear this shot glass necklace? And seriously, what should I do for my neighbor? We have until February 2. Give me some ideas. Ready? Set. Go!