Watermelon and Dancing.

Thanks to all for making Birthday 2006 a ton of fun!! Misson accomplished in both phase 1 and phase 2.

Phase 1: We hit Yellowfin for half-priced appetizers and desserts. OOOOO!! It was yummy and the company was fabulous...and I don't just mean El Posse de Turner. I'm also talking about those peeps that come outta the woodwork for some cheap good food. First, there was a man we referred to as "Watermelon." This was the code so we could ensure everyone's attention would be on him as he'd walk by, proudly displaying his hideously heinous silk shorts outfit...tie-dyed to perfection. Then, as if life couldn't be better while stuffing our faces with Brian's girly mini-brie plate or crab dip, these 2 40 year-old guys stood (that's right, stood) at the end of our table at ate their soup, hit on my sister, and proceeded to talk to a woman who has definitely spent too much time on her sugar daddy's yacht sunning her George Hamilton-shout-out tan and displaying her multimillion dollar investment chest. Good times.

Phase 2: Fur Nightclub. After getting into town, finding parking, and then finding the club (harder than it seemed), the night at Fur proved to be fun as well. We got VIP stamps, which is the first time any of us had ever got VIP stuff before...probably why we totally forgot about it and never went into the VIP lounge. Sheesh. We danced the night away amidst a sea of men and hooched out women...with a twist. Apparently, the 4 of us looked bootylicious to the African American male crowd since we couldn't beat them off with a stick. Once one left our crew, a replacement quickly followed. It was hysterical...especially since these male specimens were...cough cough...rather well...cough cough...spunky. Good times, again.

Note to self: Can't wait 'til summer...more time with baby sister and my peeps...