I'm kickin new flayva in ya ear...

Ette 2 hasn’t posted because she’s likely still nursing her wicked weekend hangover, so I’ll do the honors of filling you in on her 30^th birthday celebration.

Husbanette takes her to romantical dinner and has her friends surprise her for an evening of drinks and dancing. He sends Pants and I to Karova Milk Bar – not the hip LES bar we all know, it’s the transplanted, ripped off, just-not-quite-the-same version in White Plains. We won’t discuss what it took to get to White Plains, as to not offend our dear friends, suffice it to say boarder control was involved and passports were stamped. So Pants and I run out of the cab in the rain into the address provided, but when we walk in something doesn’t seem right. He and I are literally the only white people in the joint – that’s fine, we’re urban and hip and we love old school hip hop as much as the next pair of whitey white Jews, but after waiting a half hour with no one we recognize showing up we pop outside to check the address once more to make sure we’re where we’re supposed to be. Seems we are, so I order another one of those blue frosty drinks and we hang. Finally the group all makes it in and 2 gets a big rowdy surprise. She comes in looking not a day over 25 and wearing a dress from Forever 21 which is a little sad considering, but adorable none the less. The thing is strapless and barely covers her big knockers but she’s got good ones, so it works. We drink, we laugh, we dance, a fun time is enjoyed by all when Husbandette suggests we retire to their place for a nightcap. 2 is reticent to leave until she hears her requested song, she wanted a little “Flayva in her Ear” for her 30^th, but sadly we had to leave without it. Off we go, but not before 2 flashes her panties to her maid of honor, not sure why that happened. Back at their place we’re gearing up for more partying when Husbandette grabs the guys to show them his new Playstation. So they leave us with the dog eating low fat ice cream while they compete in some stupid world series. Really they are 12. To try to tempt them back to hanging out with us we suggest making out with each other, but neither boy got up from the couch. So 2 and I head upstairs to get in bed and watch Man vs. Wild. Here’s a man who is out there actually having adventures and living life and he’d for sure turn off the ninentendo to watch a 30-year-old and a 29-year-old (had to get that in), both with big boobs, make out. We of course fall asleep and then awake early to vomit and take aspirin. In all, it was exactly as a 30^th bash should be and 2 felt loved and special. Now of course she just feels old, but at least she had a fun night. And below is your song request. Enjoy!