How well they know me
Last night, 15 of my closest friends helped me celebrate my 20th birthday (which was on December 28th, while everyone was away on vacation) by taking me to one of Montreal's most fancy shmancy and hip restaurants - Sophia's. They treated me to dinner, drinks, some sort of death by chocolate dessert and a subsequent "once in a lifetime" and humiliating trip to Montreal's most famous male strip club called "281". They claim they took me there because "no 20 year old girl should go without a trip to a strip club". I, however, am convinced they dragged me there (kicking and screaming, I might add) because they know how conservative I am (in public, at least) and how out of place I'd look in such a club. Oy were they right! I'm not going to describe what I saw or what went on (After all I do share the page with my father!), but I'll say that it was like perusing a stack of Harlequin romance novels. There were guys to please every middle-age, desperate housewife in the joint....there were cowboys, construction workers, naval officers, cops...and every other village person you could imagine. Despite my initial concerns, I did survive the trip and lived to tell about it. But this morning, as the phone calls began coming in to ask me how I felt about the whole experience, I began to develop some new concerns...how ever will I deal with the whole new set of friends who now have the leverage required to sabotage any political aspirations I may have for the future? I suppose I'll deal with that when the time comes. In the mean time, I'll thank everyone for an unforgettable birthday and a memorable evening.
As for my friends who actually bought me birthday presents, I must compliment all of you on knowing me so well. Dave got me a book about immigrating to the US and how to be an American (he did, unfortunately, refuse to give me his own citizenship), while Dan presented me with country music CDs (because he knows I'm a fan). In keeping with the typical "gag gift" spirit of a 20th birthday, Meighan bought me a book called "Neurotica" which is a humorous look at Jews and sex. What a great name eh? What did my posse of girlfriends get me? I'm being presented with the gift tonight and from what I understand I should be as apprehensive about the gift as I was about the strip club. I don't know how much more excitement I can handle. Wish me luck!