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Yalumba never fails to disappoint and Friday was no exception. As you walk in to the restaurant you're handed a glass of champagne and it's NEVER empty. The waiters are constantly topping you off. I learned that lesson the hard way at Yalumba #1 last November (mom was in town and stayed with Dylan and got to see us in all of our champagne'd glory when we stumbled in around 10). In order to be cautious this time, I switched to beer so that I'd at least have an idea of how much I was drinking. That plan was going well until a tray of 25 tequila shots arrived at our table. Never one to waste alcohol, I felt obligated to take a leftover shot or two from the smart folks who said "no way Jose"!
And then my friends, the fun really began. Nothing like a little tequila to grease the dancin' wheels. Apparently Kel tells me that I have a signature move...stay with me and you'll be rewarded with some pics.
At 3:30 we decide to move on over to Alpha which is a club/bar in the same hotel just across the lawn. They have an afternoon special for all of the Yalumba stumblers. One cover and all you can drink until 7. During an exporation of the club (ignoring the velvet ropes), we discovered an upstairs terrace and several private rooms with a view of the dance floor below. Since there was 25 of us, it was a good place to all hang out. Unfortunately the bouncer was not as thrilled with babysitting us, but after a small donation everything was fine.
I'm sure most of you can figure out the rest of the evening, so I'll spare you the details (not that I remember them anyway). Since I am now old and wise, I will share a few lessons that I learned from my 3oth celebration.
1. Alcohol really doesn't make me dance any better.
2. I have no DJ training and should stay well away from the DJ.
3. Velvet ropes across a doorway typically mean that I'm not allowed there.
4. Why walk when you can be carried?
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