Fun Isn't Just For Friday

Last night was the celebration of my little star sign lover's 26th birthday and, let me tell you, we celebrated like nobody's business. And yes, it was a Tuesday. That's just how my people and I roll, but you probably already knew that. If you didn't, you will now. We're firm believers that fun doesn't have to be limited to Friday's and Saturday's and if the opportunity to get a good Tuesday evening buzz, in the company of great people, presents itself you must go forth and seize it. 

The theme of the night was The Great Gatsby and, I'm going to be completely honest here, initially I wasn't all that excited about having to glam up on a Tuesday night, after working all day, but I'm so glad that I did because it ended up being a fantastical night. Plus, I do love any excuse to bust out my hot pink lipstick. Who am I kidding? That hot pink lipstick was the main motivator in getting my ass to that party in a timely manor. 

Oh, and also, I'm slightly convinced I was meant to be a flapper because I was all about rocking that headband and boa... even if I did leave a trail of black feathers every single step I took. 

Probably one of the most unique things about the celebration, aside from going full glam on a school night, was the venue it was at. Hanson's Shoe Repair is what the quaint, little bar was called and it's located up three flights of stairs, above a little bar, tucked on a little side street of Downtown Orlando. Here's the most rad thing about the place, it's a speakeasy which, for those who aren't familiar, is a secret bar you can only gain access to if you have the password, which changes every night. 

Two taps on the front door, a whisper of the password, which was "the bee's knees", a trip up three flights of old wooden stairs surrounded by old dusty bookcases (and some really strange/questionable artwork), and we arrived at one of the, undoubtedly, coolest places I've ever been to in Downtown Orlando. 

The first drink I ordered was the Old Fashioned and, let me just tell you, it was by far the best Old Fashioned I have ever had. I've also never had a bartender make a drink for me so intricately, it was almost tedious how much work he put into that delicious bourbon drink. Granted, for the $12 price tag, I'm shocked it didn't come with a happy ending as well. Just kidding, I got to go hang out with my bear afterwards which was way better.

I should also note that I walked into my regular dive bar dressed as a 20's hooker flapper... if you've never been to a dive bar (I'm sad a little bit for you.) then you might not be aware that this is far from the dress code, which at times means jeans and a T is considered overdressed, so you can just go ahead and envision the looks I got. Luckily, like I said, I'm a regular there, as in there's a solid chance I cover a bill or two of theirs per month by myself, so I got up there and played darts in my hooker heels and pretty much no one thought anything of it. How anticlimactic, I know. 

Basically, if we didn't have a fancy shmancy ball to attend on Saturday, this Tuesday would have Trumped any weekend plans for the rest of the year. But alas, tis the season! 

Happy, happy birthday, my beautiful Desi!! I hope you had an even more amazing time than I did, which was a whole shit ton of a lot of fun! 

PS. Just a little reminder that today is the last day to place, and pay for, your order for this month's IWYP By: Whitney Ellen shirt! Don't miss out!! 

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