Sunday, April 05, 2009

inspired by birds

Nothing like dancing on a bar top to keep you young. Unless, of course, you're super drunk and even the gentle Christmas lights strung throughout the bar can't hide your crow's feet and you yell out, "Oh my god, you guys, I'm so crazy!" and what everyone hears is, "Oh my god, you guys, I'm trying desperately to hang onto my obviously fading youth!"

I didn't yell on Friday night, but I did--for the first and possibly last time ever--climb on top a bar and, well, actually I hula-hooped. Apparently it's what they do at Birds if you stay past 10:30 p.m. Who knew?

We had a great time watching the absurdly comedic, semi-improvised Glass Beef Musical at UCB (and sneaking peeks at Natalie Portman, who was in the audience), then we headed next door for a few Citron martinis and the next thing I knew, Alberto was pushing me toward the bar. I would be lying if I said he had to push hard.

Soon it was clear that it was all part of Alberto's plan to get on the bar himself and prove that straight boys can move their hips. It was good he went second, because he would have been a tough act to follow.

Unfortunately none of it was captured on film, so for all you know this is a belated April Fool's joke. (Also not seen here: the zillion hours of family videos my dad painstakingly copied to DVD for my sister and I, a project that has taken most of the first two years of his retirement, but which I'm too lazy to figure out how to format for YouTube--not that I'd make anyone watch a zillion hours, but there are a few choice minutes that are very "Kittens, inspired by Kittens!" which I'd like to share in the spirit of self-humiliation.)

But here's what the rest of the evening looked like.














13 comments:

Meehan said...

Amazing! I wish I could've been there. Happy birthday!

christine said...

Yay Lame` (lam-ey)!

Claire said...

Shiny!

And hula-hooping atop bars: dig it.

Cheryl said...
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Cheryl said...

M: You were there in spirit--assuming you came disguised as an onion ring.

Christine: I kind of like "Yay lame!" as an embrace-your-uncool-side mantra.

Claire: Every year should have a little shininess in it. Even though I think 32 is going to be more shag-carpet, texture-wise.

Jamie said...
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Jamie said...

I can't stop thinking about that cake! It was delicious! Glad you had a happy birthday and thanks (a lot) for introducing me to the Citron Martini.

Cheryl said...

Andy's Bakery on Figueroa and Ave. 60-ish. I highly recommend it.

Yeah, I think there will be more Citron martinis in my future too.

jenny said...

Wait... is that a tower of onion rings? And a delicious cake? And dancing atop bars? This sounds like the best birthday ever! Happy birthday!

Cheryl said...

That IS a tower of onion rings, although some speculated that it was donuts, which also would have been great.

thelastnoel said...

Happy 25th! How many years have you been 25 now?

Cheryl said...

Seven. Which is a lucky number, right?

Peter Varvel said...

Happy Belated! I'm so crushing over your silver shimmery birthday goddess outfit!