The One... The Only... The Vieve

Wang chung

There are two kinds of people: those who don't really like birthdays and would rather they pass unnoticed, and those who like to celebrate them with gusto. I am one of the latter, and I like to organize multi-day extravaganzas to mark the anniversary of my birth.

The 2nd annual pre-birthday pilgrimage to Six Flags was hot, sweaty, adrenaline-filled fun. We were there from about 1pm until 9:30, riding rides, eating greasy foods, and guzzling water and frozen lemonades. The special Flash Pass was a terrific idea -- more time to sit in the shade, which helped stave off heat stroke. The Superman roller coaster is still my favorite ride, and we managed to get on it three times, each equally fun. I think you probably could have heard my cackling screams (scrackles?) over in Springfield. Mr. Six's Pandemonium was pretty fun, too, even though we didn't spin around nearly enough. (Whoopee!) And Colleen bought me the most awesome t-shirt, which I will cherish forever. It was a long day, and the drive home was kind of brutal, but we made it back safe and sound.

Saturday, I puttered around all morning, doing some chores and watching some Scrubs, and then I went to get my massage from the incomparable Lynda. She worked on me for about 90 minutes, eventually getting something in my neck/shoulder to crack and consequently unfreezing my right side. She's the best. Weary from Friday and Lynda's painful-in-a-good-way ministrations, I tried to take a little disco nap. I didn't fall asleep, but laying down for an hour was a good idea. It was going to be a long night.

Originally, I wanted to go to Central Kitchen for dinner, but they weren't able to seat a big group, so I called Green Street Grill instead. They were very nice and accommodating (even when I changed the reservation from 7 people to 9, 10 minutes before we got there), and the food was delicious. My sister gave me a new photo album, and Erin presented me with a crocheted squid. I passed my camera around, telling people to take pictures. I commented on how I always give my camera to other people, but that I've never gotten a picture back of, say, someone's balls. "I want to see some genitalia, people!" Be careful what you wish for.

After dinner, most of us headed over to Jacque's Cabaret for the drag show. It was a lot of fun, though I was a little sad we couldn't get closer to the stage. The floor was full of bachelorette parties (a bunch for lesbian weddings), and so we sat back a bit at the bar and whooped it up from there. Aaron got some good pictures, and I went up at one point with my camera and a dollar, to stuff in Mizery's or someone's bra, but I forgot to do that, and somehow the dollar ended up in my bra instead. Hmm...

When the show was over, we headed back over the river to People's Republik, where we stayed until closing. Things were a little blurry at this point. If anyone can fill me in on what we talked about (and maybe who stepped on my foot, ouch), I would be most appreciative. I'm pretty sure whatever I said was incredibly indiscreet, but that's just how the Vieve rolls.

Sunday, my actual birthday, was quiet and full of lounging and greasy brunch and The Big Lebowski and Best in Show and Thai food and phone calls from family and friends and lots and lots of water. It was a great weekend, and I send big hugs and kisses to everyone who came out and sent good birthday wishes. I have the best friends.

Posted by thevieve at July 17, 2006 12:21 PM