What was supposed to be a nice MELLOW Birthday

Well - I had mentioned to a few folks that my birthday was coming up, and last Friday, during class, a few folks surprised me with hugs and kisses and some cards during class to wish me a happy birthday - 31. Not creeping around anymore... definitely in the 'thirties'.

I had intentions of making it out to be a very mellow night. I knew that Wade was going to be in Edinburgh since his students had their day trip on that day and I hoped that he and Tim and I could have a dinner and some drinks. Of course, Ryan thinks inviting one more person may not hurt. I saw Iason on the Thursday before my birthday, and knowing that Tim and Wade and I were probably going to hang out at mostly gay bars, I figured I would invite him out; I was sure he didn't get to do the gay scene all too often. So, it would be the four of us. The next day, I bump into Catherine, also from my program, and she asks me what I am doing for my 'big night out'. Well, I proclaimed that it was just going to be a nice night out of dinner and drinks, and when she said she wanted to meet us out 'later on', I said why not! (She also decided to bring Cera, another wonderful girl from the program). SOoooooo, after dinner, (oops, Henry and Ann texted, they were out and wanted to meet us for one drink. Well, a great dinner at the Blue Moon and several beers at The Street with Wade, Henry and Ann had been had before Iason, Catherine and Cera show up. Everybody wants to buy the birthday boy a drink and then it begins... A cosmopolitan, another pint, a shot... Ryan suggests a change of venue as The Street was getting a bit crowded. Iason suggests going to Club Ego, and, despite the £5 cover, it sounded like a GREAT idea!!! We lose Cera to a 'friend' texting her presence being requested elsewhere... but the 5 of us (Henry and a very drunk Ann had to go home) proceeded into Club Ego, bump into friends Neil and Stuart, have more shots, more lagers and then ONE more shot. Ugh... I'm 31, not 21. Which explains why we were shaking our asses on the dance floor like it was our first time and we were competing for spots on the Solid Gold Dance floor. Following Neil's lead, I shirtless and dancing on top of a stage screaming to the latest Madonna song.... ugh. Again, what is happening. Hey, I like the human body! Unfortunately it is MY body and everyone else has to suffer seeing it.

I think the BEST part of it all is, hearing about ALL the 'FUN' I had from my classmates who weren't even there and, I'm like "Oh, you must have been talking to Catherine". I'll get that little shot vixen back...