White Trash Bash 3

To my dear, sweet wonderful friends who came to my surprise party tonight -- THANK YOU FOR A GREAT TIME. The night started with the hubs taking me to Vic and Anthony's Steakhouse. While I do enjoy a nice hunk of meat -- pun intended -- tonight's selection of crab cakes (appetizer), prime strip steak, wild mushrooms, and potatoes augratin were TREMENDOUS. Oh, and I'd be remiss to not mention the flour-less chocolate cake. It was by far the BEST birthday dinner of my life. It was delicious, romantic and absolutely perfect. Thanks, Aggie! I love you so much and I thank god every day that I get to experience my life with you. I don't know what I did to be so lucky, but I am grateful and hope you know how much you mean to me.

After dinner, the hubs took me to our usual hangout -- the Mezzanine -- for an after-dinner drink. As far as I knew, we were meeting the McEffers. Imagine my surprise to run into Jussy in the parking lot. It was only after every single person that mean anything to me showed up (except for Cathfish, who was on family/babysitting duty) that I realized what the Aggie had done. He had contacted Jussy and Tree and planned a night out of debauchery. (Ladies, it was wonderful.) There was cake, booze and GIFTS! A girl couldn't have asked for more. I am so fortunate to have friends like you.

OH! But I would be remiss not to mention the ABSOLUTELY BEST PART OF THE NIGHT: FREE STUFF. It was a slow night at the bar and so upon hearing that it was my birthday celebration, the beer girls schlecking booze samples HOOKED US UP. We were given more drink tokens than we could use, Harley Davidson bandannas and more than 60 scratch off games to win tickets to the Astros. Since it was my birthday -- and life is serendipitous -- I WON ON MY FIRST ATTEMPT. Two tickets to the coveted Astros-Cubs game. Then the Aggie won some tickets. And then, after 54 failed attempts, Madge FINALLY managed to win some tickets. Our little Madgette will finally get to see her FIRST PRO-BASEBALL GAME.

Needless to say, it was good night. The kinds of night where stars align and everything works out in your favor. As you get older, those moments are farther apart and fewer between. It makes the ones you do get to experience even more special.

For now, gentle readers, I shall bid you adeu. I have a 7:20 a.m. flight to catch. I'm going back to Mississippi for a visit with the family. While I am excited, I have hyped up from the booze and chocolate and general discomfort of leaving the hubs for a four-day period. I must go an settle myself down. More booze perhaps? Can anyone say: HUNGOVER ON THE PLANE. I can! I can!

OHHHH! THE BEST PART! I almost forgot!

As I walk up to the bar tonight -- mind you, AFTER I have just ate at one of the classiest places in Houston -- a GIANT proclaims that tonight is: WHITE TRASH BASH 3. Which gave me two thoughts: First, what if I go in and the bar patroons are all OH MY GOD, THAT LADY WINS THE WHITE TRASH BASH! (And I wasn't even trying.) And secondly: If this is White Trash Bash 3, that means there have been AT LEAST two others, all of which had to be successful enough for them to have them again. While I fear I am rambling drunkenly on, I feel compelled to tell you that our waitress was wearing a fake pregnant belly and had teeth blacked out. The table centerpieces were white balloons tied to CANS OF SPAM. My only regret? That the Aggie wasn't wearing his wife-beater.