Drunken Expat Writer

See my belly roar!

No question about it - last night was the best birthday ever.

I got pleasantly drunk, but not so much that I did anything embarrassing or that I regret. Spent most of the night hanging out with The Texas Gay, Miss Darling, both halves of Woody Allen Film Reference, The Dirty Baker, Belgium Boy, The Iceman, Texas Gay's Husband and The Iceman's Son.

The bar comped my tab at the end of the night - which is astonishing given how much I drank.

Rome Girl sang with The Waves - who were in great form. For the first time ever she sang "Thunder Road" which got a standing ovation - even though almost no one in the crowd had heard it before. She also got total thumbs up for "Nothing Else Matters."

The band themselves did a kicking version of "Enter Sandman" that they dedicated to me.

Rome Girl says she wants me to stress that she is laughing and not in pain during the singing photo.

"I wore a pencil skirt tonight," Ainsley Hayes girl said to me when I walked into the Vert Anglais, "because you, sir, are a man who appreciates an hourglass figure."

With that as the opening gambit, the night was destined to be classic. And it was.

It was a triple threat. The Vert Anglais was officially unleashing their cocktail menu, there was a huge birthday party going on and The Waves were trying out a completely new set list.

Among the new songs were "Sympathy For The Devil", "Rock and Roll" and "Satisfaction."

They kicked all available ass.

The funniest thing happened between the first and second sets when I went out to smoke a cigarette. There were these two guys in a football type huddle. The one guy said, loudly, "Dude are you ready?" the other guy said "Yes!" and the first guy then said "Ok! Let's go back in there and fuck some women!"

Then they high fived and went back inside and drank beers with their guy friends. This was particularly amusing because at the bar was me, Ainsely Hayes Girl, Her Sister (these two should really just be called Woody Allen Film Reference) and five cute, very drunk American girls.

The dudes never came up to talk to any of them. Perhaps they assumed it was my harem.

The other interesting event is still a mystery to me. The mens room at Vert Anglais is simply a urinal. Not one of the ones that extends to the floor, but one of the ones that is a three foot urinal on the wall about four feet above the floor. When I was waiting in line for it one of the drunk American girls asked if she could cut the line because "I really, really got to go."

I said "sure", but then afterwards realized that I have no fucking clue how she was able to use that device.

During the second set I went picture crazy.

Front And Side Views

The Iceman, after his daughter gave birth to a healthy baby Girl Thursday night.

The Cockney Geezer on Rugby night and the next morning. With a picture of Rome Girl and Cockney Geezer's woman thrown in for good measure.

Featuring Rome Girl, The Dirty Baker, Hippy IT Boy and me with my new glasses.

Rome Girl comes home Saturday night!