All for the Birthday Girl

What would you do for the 'Birthday Girl'?

Give gifts, dress up, sing, entertain her by being entertained with her plans, the possibilities are endless...

Never wanting to step out of my new Micheal Kors, I opted out of strange smelling shoe rental and chose to watch instead. Lucky Strike may be a step up from your neighborhood bowling alley, price bracket wise at least, but the spray that dust all the shoes after hours of ware just never seems enough. ::Lets not talk about the finger holes in the balls::

The group made it there before me, hence my arrival on my own, leaving me open for the door guy to give a sad attempt at hitting on me, and the guy who checked my i.d. to give an even sadder attempt by commenting on my hair. Note to all the guys complimenting hair is great, when the creepy I want to keep some of it for my collection vibe doesn't come through.

Big screen tvs, leather couches, cocktail waitress wearing black mini skirts, fishnet stockings, and tall black boots, all add to the experience of the longest set of frames this lane has ever seen.

A big hug from the glowing Birthday Girl, I feed her fetish for hoop earrings along with a traditional slinky under garment, it started years ago and kept going.

Extra iced down drinks are served all around, accompanied by a 'fry-all' buffet that reminds me of the stand at the Carnival that will batter and fry anything you bring, but taste no where near as good as a fried snickers ::don't knock it until you've tried it:: The cocktail waitress was gracious and understanding to all the birthday girls request, 'scooby snacks shooters pleeeease'. The joy of knowing you are the Birthday Girl and no one better say no to you, les they face the angry mob that was once the happy party goers always seems to make inhibitions go right out the window. Prices on par with the mid-level bar in the city, don't forget we are here to bowl. Right?

The Penn Quarter is a plethora of venues for any type of group, which makes it a great place to hop around. Zengo was our next stop, a Asian-Latin infusion restaurant where fresh infused cocktails are never to far away. My choice Yuzu Fresa or go for a true infusion of Sake Sangria, fun Lasian assortment of beer round out your choices.

By this stop the group had picked up a few late comers and grown, the lounge area with tables by the window was able to accommodate us with ease. The bar/lounge is all open seating so come and leave as you like. One round was all the Birthday Girl could handle, she had a need to dance. Moving the group this time was a little more challenging, a few more people, a few more drinks, and throw in some rain you have the first elementary field trip you had of dc confusion.

LEFT...RIGHT...CROSS...CROSS...DON'T STOP KEEP CROSSING...
Destination Dance at last. Ladies first, hair is puffing, losing curl, and just getting wet.

The normal dance i.d.s out, stamp the wrist, cover. Cover?! For girls?!
'Yes, but all ladies drink free tonight'.
Guys as usual get the shaft, pay double at the door and good luck getting that bartenders attention when your ready to pay just as much for your drink. An end result of my liking, all the ladies in our group free, guys pay half of asking and we still got our free drinks.

Indebleu is the end of a great restaurant era, a great concept pushed to the back by the many new concepts that seem to pop up all the time in the Penn Quarter. What once was prestige and a Wizards favorite hang out has moved to free drinks with bracelets. At an attempt to revitalize and pull new business drinks specials are very good. The Music is a mix of top twenty and house, perfect for inebriated dancing. The group is an older mix which is nice, but it's not a club unless the guy who likes to dance on girls when they least expect it is there. On our particular night her wore a Red turtleneck sweater. 'Sir, please stop touching the girls, I need you to back away'. A bouncer that does his job is always nice. We dance, we sing, we bounce and groove the Birthday Girl is making out in the corner, all is well with the night. It ends at Indebleu with hugs, kisses and well wishes.

Another birthday into the history books, a tame one for us no doubt but birthdays do mean we're getting older.

-n