There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn
So it’s early Friday evening and what am I doing? Sitting on the couch in my pink flannel teddy bear pajamas and I feel pathetic. Here I am at age 41, ready for bed at 7:00 pm on a Friday evening. WTF? What happened to me?
There was a time when I was hopping in the shower at 7:00 pm on a Friday evening because the night was just beginning. Those were some crazy days full of big, teased hair…acid washed jeans with big belts and jackets with shoulder pads. Good Lord, everything had shoulder pads. My girlfriends and I all looked like circus freaks, in my opinion. Oh, we were posers too, posing for pictures whenever someone whipped out a camera. Some things are best not to see the light of day ever again…like those pictures.
I remember one Friday night when I was broke and down to $5.00 in my wallet. Since there was no way I was going to miss out on a social outing I concocted a devious plan to drink for free at the bar. I approached unsuspecting males and introduced myself…
“Hi, my name is Lisa!”
The unsuspecting male would introduce himself. I’d then offer a question…
“Guess what?”
The unsuspecting male would indulge me…
“Today is my birthday! Would you like to buy me a drink?”
In all seriousness, not one guy turned me down. In fact that $5.00 I had when I first got to the bar? Well it was $7.50 by the time I left. Someone must have given me money to buy myself a beer and I just kept the change and went on to the next unsuspecting male.
Not everything went off without a glitch though. There was Stu. He was rather insistent on getting my phone number and after about 10 to 14 beers I was adamant about not giving it to him. My girlfriends however had no problem giving writing it down. The next day he called…
Stu asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. When he came to my house to pick me up he had flowers…for my birthday. The only problem was that it was April and my birthday is in December so I was caught in a huge lie. I had conned everyone the night before, including him, into buying me a birthday beer.
When I told Stu the truth he said, “That’s O.K. My name really isn’t Stu, it’s Harry.”
He had me for a few seconds.
Stu and I went on a few dates and dated off and on for a few years. I never played the Birthday Scam again but damn, that was one fun night!
And here I am now…ready for bed at 7:00 pm on a Friday night.
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That’s really a brilliant scam…were I young and cute, I’d use it myself ;).
I’ve been in my pajamas since 4:00…I think we’re cool because of it ;).
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i never even put “real” clothes on today… and i flaked on my best friend wanting to take me to dinner/drinks AND a date…
if anyone asks… we had a party here… k?
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Hilly, Thank goodness I’m not the only one that was home in p.j.s then! I don’t feel as bad now. However I think the little teddy bears are what threw me over the edge.
Tori, Those are what I can “mental health days” and sometimes you need to take one. As long as you don’t make a habit of it then it’s O.K. I know you are going through a tough time so a P.J. Day once in a while is what you needed.
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In your PJs by 7? But you’ll miss Matlock!
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Avitable, I’m not even sure I watched Matlock when it was on the air. Do they even run that show now??? Dear Pete!
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“Dear Pete”? Who says that?
Avitable’s last blog post..Lazy Sunday XXXIII
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Well, ME, of course. I abuse “Pete” instead of abusing “Jesus”. I think Pete was his long lost brother. This comes from me, the Anti-Christ, meaning I just haven’t read the Bible.
For the love of Pete…this was a post about my long lost party days and pink, teddy bear p.j.s. Now we are on Jesus.
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Pfft, I used to fo that EVERY Friday night - enough for the first beer and the quest to get drunk for free. Ahh, those were the days when I was young and beautiful…*sigh*
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