That time I took 4 guys out.

Well, as you may know, Andrew's birthday was 2 days before Christmas. 1 day before Christmas Eve. And it so happens that it's that way every year. 

Who would have thought.

Andrew bugged me all month long about what we were doing. Who was going to be there. And "it better be fun."

So when I set out to plan his birthday I had a couple things in mind. Downtown. Hotel. Ruth's Chris. Hot dress. High Heels. And boys.

Downtown. Check. Hotel. Thanks to Priceline, a couple clicks later and we had ourselves a nice suite. Done. Ruth's Chris. Well, ya, that was a given as well. Check. Hot dress. Macy's thank you very much for quick shipping {ordered 1 week earlier, and arrived the day before}. Check. High heels. Well thank you plum district for all the plum dollars that allowed me and to order free shoes. Score.

All was in place. Now I just needed to contact the boys. Which turned out to be one of the easiest parts of the process, they responded quickly, and we started making plans right away. Thank you boys.

Fast forward to the big day. We arrive to the hotel. Andrew still doesn't know at this point. I'm texting the guys who are staying at a hotel across the street from ours, being sneaky, and I feel like I'm on top of the world about to get away with the biggest surprise of my life.

That is until I decide to shower and my phone decides to light up and Andrew decides to look at it and see who it is. Bad decisions made.

Surprise over. 

He snuck into the bathroom, opened the shower door, and had the biggest grin on his face.

"burby who is coming tonight?!"

I mean seriously, he just diverted back to being 10 years old. Just a kid that was cheesin' from ear to ear.

I was caught. Which was okay. He was even more excited, and that made me super happy.

We got ready. I put on my skimpy hot dress and I felt pretty darn good about it. Andrew looked cute as ever and soon we were on our way to go meet the guys. {Who still at this point did not know that Andrew had just found out our little secret}.

We met them at their hotel {with my chaser in my purse} and we went to work. And by work, I mean drinking. We had a few mixed drinks, some shots, and then our bellies were begging for mercy. "Feed me."

So off to Ruth's Chris we went. That's when things got really interesting. Me with 4 guys. At a round table, in a back room.
Anyone ever been to this restaurant? It is pretty amazing. Delicious. And pretty nice. Which brings me to the questions... Becky, why did you think it was a good idea to take these guys here.


First thing that went wrong: One of the guys that was at the table had never had wine before. What does that tell you? That he lives in a hole? Yes, but no. He is a big redneck. This was going to be a first for him though, through the giggles and all.

Then, the waitress places the napkin over his lap. Oh boy. He just about flew out of his seat. "Wooooaaahhh." And the rest of the guys? Burst into laughter.

Okay, fast forward to a few glasses of wine, lots of bottles of beer, and more glasses of wine later... and there was "Eff this and that b%@# and who the F."

Oh.M.G. There were children sitting behind us. A grandpa sitting to the left. Numerous couples all around us enjoying their "lovely" meal and just about every eye was on us.

But do they care? Of course not.

They keep cackling. Animals. Scavengers. Beasts.

And the jokes continue.

"Will one of you hillbillies ask the waitress to get me some A1 sauce...."

"No ketchup would be better"

"Miss, how long would it take for you to spruce up some ranch."

"Check please."
Oh and speaking of check... word of advice... do not offer to pay for everyone's alcohol.... bye bye 300 dollars {could have bought half and LV bag with that}

Anyways, I basically ran out of the restaurant. Giggling nonetheless, but just running. I was ready to have a normal night. Ready for some bars. Ready for some hard alcohol.

Yes, that would be me, changed.


I wish I could say that I ditched the guys. But no, that didn't happen. We ended up running around downtown, went to some "lounge area" where guys smoked cigars... and thought to myself... what the heck am I doing here?

You know. The only thing that saved me that night?

Bud light lime. Swear. They had it at the bars. I almost kissed the bartender.
It tasted especially good that night.

But you know what was the best part of the night... the one thing that made taking 4 immature guys out?

This guy. The husband. The birthday boy. Who couldn't stop talking about how amazing his birthday was.

Yup. Totally worth it. Rednecks and all {including the LV bag that I could have bought with the money spent on this one evening}..

Yes. Still worth it.