It's not so much an island as it is a peninsula...but what the hell?
Well, kids, my 2005 birthday celebration has been completed. As I sit here and reflect on it, I do remind myself that it does only come once a year. And perhaps that's a good thing. However, I do wish that more of my friends realized my birthday only comes once a year. Oh well, it just made the time I was able to spend with those that DID come that more special.
So, as you wonderful readers already know, this year's festivities took place at Disney's Pleasure Island. But, as the title of today's entry suggests, it's not really an island. It's more of a peninsula (is that what you call a body of land surrounded by water on three sides? I think I'm right about this...). And due to the generosity of my wonderfully talented friend, Jenn Raymond, my friend Gretchen and I were able to get into Pleasure Peninsula for free. After a brief visit from Lizzie and her brother Rick (an old high school/early college chum who I haven't seen in years), Gretchen and I had to start searching all over the place for any sign of Matty's friends because Matty didn't realize there was more than one entrance to the island/peninsula, and since Matty didn't have his cell phone nor anyone's numbers, it was complicated to figure out where everyone was going to make their entrance. Luckily for me, as we were making our way towards the opposite entrance we had been waiting at, we greeted a just-arriving David and Steve. Following a quick call to the only other person I knew for sure was coming, the fabulous Marcie, we made our way to 8-Trax, the 70's/80's bar where they put some weird shit on your drink glass that makes any part of your skin that you touch glow in the black lights. Well, eventually that became like war paint for me, and it was entertaining. Steve purchased my favorite 8-Trax beverage--Groovy Juice--and we awaited the arrival of Marcie.
Marcie arrived with the fantastic Joshie, who I certainly was not expecting, but was thrilled to see nonetheless. They got themselves some beverages, and then we made our way over to the Adventurer's Club where Jenn was performing. I should have known that the moment I made eye contact with Jenn as we entered the main hall of the club that I was doomed. Well, not doomed--but I was called on for audience participation...something I always dread. But, with half a drink in me, I was game, and had a great time talking to a moving face on the wall named Babylonia, while Jenn and the face made cracks about myself and the other audience member being tortured. The funniest moment, however, was when Babylonia asked me if I was married. And when I replied no, she started to ask me why. This became a continuous joke with Babylonia, and later with a fantastically funny woman who played the Adventurer's Club president. "What's keeping you from getting married, Matty?" she said. "Is it because it's Thursday?" I laughed very loudly, and she knew. You see, Thursday is the night of the week the queens come out to play at the island. And this woman figured it out and made a joke about it. It was HILARIOUS!
The show in the library of the Adventurer Club, which featured the talents of Jenn and the aforementioned funny lady (whose name I have come to learn is Sheila) was absolutely hysterical. It was funny to the point of making my head hurt from laughing so hard. I don't know if it was funny because I knew Jenn and had simply become Sheila's newest fan, but Gretchen and I laughed and laughed, and enjoyed how simply RAUNCHY they got. Wait a minute, are we SURE this is Disney?
Soon we made our way to Mannequins, the club with the revovling dance floor and enough dancing queens to make any straight boy blush and any gay man...well, let's not go there. The comic mayhem continued as Steve was continously inappropriate, molesting anyone he could get his hands on during bursts of fog. It was hysterical, but not nearly as funny as the wind chime incident in downtown Mt. Dora. Marcie got the worst of it, poor dear, when he lunged for both of her breasts--and a cloud of fog blocked our vision before we heard Marcie's scream. It was wrong on so many levels.
David and Steve soon made their leave, and Marcie and Joshie made their way back to 8-Trax. Two of Gretchen's friends (Shawnothan and Chris) arrived just before this, and Shawnothan bought me a drink which was very sweet (the gesture as well as the drink). I went to 8-Trax to dance with Marcie and Joshie for a bit, and as I entered, I heard "MATTY!" It was no one I knew, just people who had witnessed my work at the Adventurer's Club. One of the women in the group looked up at me and said "Why aren't you married?" "Honey, I'm GAY! That's what Thursday means!" They laughed and loved it, complimented me on my pelvic thrust, and I went on to dance with my friends to some music by Tiffany (Marcie, she is NOT dead--that was not funny!), Cyndi Lauper (we all know how I love her), and The Weather Girls singing "It's Raining Men." Just as the Grease medley began, I bid my adieus to Marcie and Joshie and made my way back to Mannequins.
Now I promised myself and made Gretchen make sure I didn't make out with anyone unless it was one specific person, and she was very good at making me stick to my own rules. However, I must say, there was one boy in a red shirt and leather jacket who made it VERY difficult to obey myself. But, I managed--and soon after my return to the club, we decided it was time to go.
And so, we left. But as we were leaving, I noticed a familiar face in the crowd. It was Rob Guest! I waved at him and he grabbed me and said "Two things: 1) Happy Birthday! B) Yes, she knows I'm here." I just laughed and made my way to the exit. :o)
So, Gretchen, David, Steve, Marcie, Joshie, Lizzie, and Rick--thanks for making my birthday as memorable as it was! I love you all very much!
So, as you wonderful readers already know, this year's festivities took place at Disney's Pleasure Island. But, as the title of today's entry suggests, it's not really an island. It's more of a peninsula (is that what you call a body of land surrounded by water on three sides? I think I'm right about this...). And due to the generosity of my wonderfully talented friend, Jenn Raymond, my friend Gretchen and I were able to get into Pleasure Peninsula for free. After a brief visit from Lizzie and her brother Rick (an old high school/early college chum who I haven't seen in years), Gretchen and I had to start searching all over the place for any sign of Matty's friends because Matty didn't realize there was more than one entrance to the island/peninsula, and since Matty didn't have his cell phone nor anyone's numbers, it was complicated to figure out where everyone was going to make their entrance. Luckily for me, as we were making our way towards the opposite entrance we had been waiting at, we greeted a just-arriving David and Steve. Following a quick call to the only other person I knew for sure was coming, the fabulous Marcie, we made our way to 8-Trax, the 70's/80's bar where they put some weird shit on your drink glass that makes any part of your skin that you touch glow in the black lights. Well, eventually that became like war paint for me, and it was entertaining. Steve purchased my favorite 8-Trax beverage--Groovy Juice--and we awaited the arrival of Marcie.
Marcie arrived with the fantastic Joshie, who I certainly was not expecting, but was thrilled to see nonetheless. They got themselves some beverages, and then we made our way over to the Adventurer's Club where Jenn was performing. I should have known that the moment I made eye contact with Jenn as we entered the main hall of the club that I was doomed. Well, not doomed--but I was called on for audience participation...something I always dread. But, with half a drink in me, I was game, and had a great time talking to a moving face on the wall named Babylonia, while Jenn and the face made cracks about myself and the other audience member being tortured. The funniest moment, however, was when Babylonia asked me if I was married. And when I replied no, she started to ask me why. This became a continuous joke with Babylonia, and later with a fantastically funny woman who played the Adventurer's Club president. "What's keeping you from getting married, Matty?" she said. "Is it because it's Thursday?" I laughed very loudly, and she knew. You see, Thursday is the night of the week the queens come out to play at the island. And this woman figured it out and made a joke about it. It was HILARIOUS!
The show in the library of the Adventurer Club, which featured the talents of Jenn and the aforementioned funny lady (whose name I have come to learn is Sheila) was absolutely hysterical. It was funny to the point of making my head hurt from laughing so hard. I don't know if it was funny because I knew Jenn and had simply become Sheila's newest fan, but Gretchen and I laughed and laughed, and enjoyed how simply RAUNCHY they got. Wait a minute, are we SURE this is Disney?
Soon we made our way to Mannequins, the club with the revovling dance floor and enough dancing queens to make any straight boy blush and any gay man...well, let's not go there. The comic mayhem continued as Steve was continously inappropriate, molesting anyone he could get his hands on during bursts of fog. It was hysterical, but not nearly as funny as the wind chime incident in downtown Mt. Dora. Marcie got the worst of it, poor dear, when he lunged for both of her breasts--and a cloud of fog blocked our vision before we heard Marcie's scream. It was wrong on so many levels.
David and Steve soon made their leave, and Marcie and Joshie made their way back to 8-Trax. Two of Gretchen's friends (Shawnothan and Chris) arrived just before this, and Shawnothan bought me a drink which was very sweet (the gesture as well as the drink). I went to 8-Trax to dance with Marcie and Joshie for a bit, and as I entered, I heard "MATTY!" It was no one I knew, just people who had witnessed my work at the Adventurer's Club. One of the women in the group looked up at me and said "Why aren't you married?" "Honey, I'm GAY! That's what Thursday means!" They laughed and loved it, complimented me on my pelvic thrust, and I went on to dance with my friends to some music by Tiffany (Marcie, she is NOT dead--that was not funny!), Cyndi Lauper (we all know how I love her), and The Weather Girls singing "It's Raining Men." Just as the Grease medley began, I bid my adieus to Marcie and Joshie and made my way back to Mannequins.
Now I promised myself and made Gretchen make sure I didn't make out with anyone unless it was one specific person, and she was very good at making me stick to my own rules. However, I must say, there was one boy in a red shirt and leather jacket who made it VERY difficult to obey myself. But, I managed--and soon after my return to the club, we decided it was time to go.
And so, we left. But as we were leaving, I noticed a familiar face in the crowd. It was Rob Guest! I waved at him and he grabbed me and said "Two things: 1) Happy Birthday! B) Yes, she knows I'm here." I just laughed and made my way to the exit. :o)
So, Gretchen, David, Steve, Marcie, Joshie, Lizzie, and Rick--thanks for making my birthday as memorable as it was! I love you all very much!