Birthday Show

Last year, closer to my birthday, a birthday show was thrown for me. It included a couple local bands, and one from Milwaukee.
After the show, a friend of mine threw a comic-book-themed costume party for me. I went as Black Canary. I left pretty early, as I finished off two bottles of champagne myself.
The next morning I returned, to grab some of the stuff I had left the night before, and to hang out with my friend. One of the band members from Milwaukee was sleeping on the couch, so I made myself a cup of tea, sat down next to him, and read a book until my friend woke up.
Instead of her, however, the other band member emerged from the room in his underwear. He looked sheepish when he saw it was not just his bandmate in the living room, but strutted past us just the same. He went back into the room, and they had sex. I assume- from the noises.
Couch mate and I tried to make small talk, but mostly sat in silence.
Finally, the lovebirds got up. Both band members drank some beers and smoked a bowl. They dropped their weed on the floor, and gave me a bowl's worth for my birthday. I don't smoke, however, so I gave it to the guy I was sleeping with at the time.
Oh, and apparently the guy propositioned my friend by just straight out asking her if she wanted to sleep with him. Her legendary response was, "I think that would be okay," also, she was dressed as Jet Girl.
Mostly this was just a singular experience. Not really bad or good. Kind of hilarious.

There's a show scheduled today for my birthday. I have to try and top last year.

Endnote:
I lived in the dorms, and I knew my roommate would freak out if she knew I had weed, so I rolled it up in some cloth and shoved it into one of my combat boots until I could give it away.