Last Friday Night

I love Fridays. The minute I get off work I meet up my peeps to kick off the night. This past Friday, I skipped out of work a little early for my friend Chung’s 30^th birthday.

I arrived at a one-bedroom poolside suite, changed into my bikini, stepped out, and immediately knocked over someone’s drink. Nothing like starting off the night with a major party foul. Luckily for me everyone was in good spirits. The Hard Rock Pool wasn’t overwhelmingly packed, but the crowd was still partying hard. There were stereotypical “foreigners” dancing in Speedos and a group of guys making out with each other, celebrating Pride weekend. There was a couple that couldn’t take one step without holding hands. They held hands walking through the water, held hands walking around the pool, held hands walking up to the bar, and held hands when sitting down next to each other. I’m not knocking lovey-dovey couples, but you can take a break.

After soaking in the last hours of the sun we went down to Pink Taco for the birthday dinner. We were going to cut a cake in the room, but housekeeping was charging $4 to bring up a knife. But our server at Pink Taco said it wouldn’t be a problem, so we brought the cake down to the hostess. When it was time to present the cake, the server brought out the restaurant’s traditional birthday dish, fried ice cream. When we asked about the cake, the hostess brought it out in the box, gave it to the wrong person and gave a condescending “Happy birthday.” It was so disappointing, but management did take care of it and was very kind.

I left after dinner and ran over The Cosmopolitan for Jane’s Addiction. I’ve been to a lot of the concerts there, but this was the first time where I experienced die-hard fans. It was hard to find a spot to actually see the band. Dave Navarro smoked a cigarette an entire time. Lead singer Perry Ferrell’s wife, Etty Lau, is the main dancer, and she performed bondage routines with another girl. The weirdest part was when the keyboard player put on a nude-colored mask that covered his entire face. He put his hands in water and then would rub it down the mask making it “melt” so he is eyes would be exposed. As if that wasn’t creepy enough, he stuck feathers in his face, added some red paint around his mouth, and finished with cobweb-like netting around the feathers. I guess it’s not as bad as biting off a bat’s head like Ozzy Osbourne.  I had my fill after that and left to finish off my Friday night with my roommate and a bottle of wine. Until next Friday.