So, I went out with a group of awesome friends last night for my birthday at the Hu Ke Lau. Big fun was had by all!
We got there and had some foodstuffs. Triple Lobstah, to be exact! Oohh, it was good. Except, out of the twelve lobstahs that came out on the table, I managed to somehow get three chicks.
They had good drinks also. Very good drinks!
After dinner, they brought out the awesome carrot cake Carla bought for my birthday (it's healthy 'cuz it has carrots in it!). Awesome happy birthday montage and everything. Needless to say it wasn't just my birthday, but it was great!
After cake, they asked for people to come up on stage to learn some traditional dance. Of course, I was invited up, and we were dancing while waiting for the lessons:
Shut up! I know I can't dance! (more about that in a minute)
Anyway, we're introduced to the "Fruit Salad" dance. Here's a little preview of us learning:
That's where things take a twist. Apparently as we're "Fruit Salading", one of the hula dancers brings me back stage. I was hoping to come across the hot male dancer, but, alas no. I was placed into costume and informed she and I were going to go out and perform some special dance.
While all that happened, my sistah apparently got to learn another fruit salad:
Then it happened -- I was told we're going to go out on stage and perform the special dance.
"Are you ready?"
And I'm thrown out in the middle of the stage like some bad sitcom. Spotlight on me. I have no idea what's going on. So, I start dancing (again, shut up!)
Oh yeah, I was bad!
Finally, chickie showed up and we did our thing. It was pretty fun:
At the end, there was a huge bump with me in the middle. Carla informs me some guy just gawked insanely and she had to holler "BUT HE'S GAY!"
In all, I've decided I have awesome friends up here that I totally miss while I'm in Hotlanta. Maybe I can convince some of them to come down for a visit! :)