You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you

by Lennon-McCartney

Great song! And it was a great day. I celebrated 61 years of life Saturday and what a day it was. My son Dan had arranged for me to bring a few friends to the House of Blues to watch Asia in concert. But first the truck driving sis was coming into town and we had plans to drive out to Pahrump to thoroughly check out the place we believe we will be calling home soon.

Of course the wind was blowing, does it ever stop?

It was nice to just head out of town with Vickie and talk about our plans without any big rush other than being back in Las Vegas in time to meet with everyone at the HOB. We made it.

We parked over by the convention area for the sake of oversize parking and walked in to the hotel area, just in time to have Donna Harris and Pam Jones almost scream by us in Donna’s car. We convinced them to leave the car and walk on in with us. Yes, they were invited to the party but the valet guy told them it was a really long walk from there. Umnhhh!!! Wonder if this guy ever walks anywhere?

As we headed up the stairs, we interrupted a wedding party that was coming down the stairs. We got to the top and I steered us to the left instead of to the right. It all worked out, we found a friendly employee that pointed us the other way and thankfully, we didn’t have to crash the wedding party and go back down the stairs. We arrived at the HOB box office to find Marie Wieck and Melody Tashman waiting for us…yeah, we were about 10 minutes late.

It was kewl, I went to security, told them who I was looking for, and we were ushered right in to VIP seating, and Dan was there, disguised as a Security Guard in our section. Way neat! There were seven of us. When our waitress arrived, some of us got our order out and some of the rest of us had to wait awhile for Pam to finish her order. It goes like this, “Umnhhh let’s see,” as she lifts her top up to expose her stomach and starts rubbing her stomach, “since I’m trying to lose some weight,” more rubbing and not really giving a damn if anyone’s looking or not, “I guess I’ll have a light beer,” and more from her that I couldn’t hear because the place was noisy.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, The House of Blues presents PAM live….

Pam always makes me chuckle. Somewhere in the middle of her lifting up her shirt to expose stomach, sometimes breasts, sometimes doing a dirty boogey, and going through all sorts of antics that you’d expect to see in a strip club, there’s a woman that’s very likable, intelligent, and possibly a bit insecure but definitely not introverted. But don’t think I want to sit by her…no way baby! (Love ya Pam)

The band was great – the lead guitar, Steve, is unbelievably incredible. The company was even gooder, and we had fantastic seats and great service. Dan’s shift finished just as the concert was winding down and he changed out of uniform and met us.

After the concert was over we went to Eye Candy, a lounge, and danced it up. I danced with Vickie and Monte, Melody, Dan, Vickie, Pam, Pam’s purse that she threw down on the floor while she was dancing with Dan, and by myself. Love it! That’s the best part of Vegas, you never run into the local gossip mill that knew you were out misbehaving the night before. Somewhere in the middle of this mix, Dan was giving me heat because I hadn’t told anyone of the group that it was my b-day. UGH! I’m not big on everyone knowing it’s my b-day, DAMN IT! I did tell them. It was funny. I got the, “Is it really your birthday?”
Then we migrated over to the Kitty Club – another lounge – and Pam had me in stitches. She hadn’t been just drinking beer and she was toast…good thing Donna was driving her home. We found a place by the dance floor and everyone danced, and danced, and danced, and danced. Once when Pam was out dancing with Melody, she was kicking back like she working in a strip club, eyes half closed, hands sliding over her body, knees half bent…you know the routine…I danced over and grabbed her arm, getting up close and yelled (you had to yell to be heard), “Stop acting like a slut!” We both erupted in gales of laughter. And then when I booty danced next to her, she tried to rip my shirt open told me she was going to bust my ass. More laughter.

A few minutes later Pam was giving Donna instructions on the dance floor on how to booty dance, Dan was dancing with everyone, Melody was up and on the move too, and the truck drivers had a date with dawn and I was their limo service so we said goodnight.

That’s the most fun Birthday I’ve had in years – keep in mind that I’ve worked quite a few of them. But even of the ones that I can think back on…this one was tops.