It is my birthday this coming week – I’m turning 38 (again!).  I’m not usually big on birthdays and don’t usually make a big deal out of my own – another year older is not something I like celebrating nowadays.

One of the things you would know about me if you knew me personally is that I HATE being in the limelight.  Now don’t get me wrong – I LOVE my blog being in the limelight but personally, I am a behind the scenes person.  So big parties and especially surprise parties are not ideal for me – especially when I am the main feature.

In case you hadn’t noticed – I have a slightly warped sense of humor.  I love joking about my own sexuality and always have some form of tongue in cheek comment about sex or anything with a sexual connotation.  The funny thing is, my brother and I were brought up very conservatively, and he shares my sense of humor and we have very weird conversations when we are together.

Anyway….. my brother calls me about 2 weeks ago and invites me to “dinner” on my birthday and won’t take no for an answer.  Now this in itself is strange as he usually takes me out for lunch.  We never go for dinner.

So I tell hubby later that night that my brother wants to take me for dinner for my birthday.  It is a week day and I can’t see why hubby would have an issue with it – he is usually in bed asleep by 7 and we wouldn’t have done anything special for my birthday anyway – maybe an early dinner or something but hubby hates going out for dinner.  However, hubby goes off on a tangent and is pissed that I am going with my brother and what about him and his plans for me.

So I drop the subject – It will resolve itself whatever and well, dinner or not is no big deal and quite honestly I have better things to worry about.

My brother then mentions to me a few days later that I have to “wear Leathers”.  Now I am worried.

 It is a little strange to be told to wear leathers for dinner.  So I know something is up.  I’m not sure what type of leathers either – are we talking leather trousers / leather skirt / leather jacket / jeans and leather jacket / chaps or perhaps the “collars and mask’s” type!  (you never know with my brother)

I have the leather boots and jacket but anything more may need to be a shopping expedition!

My husband then comes home the other night and tells me that he has spoken to my brother and he has given me permission to go out with him (Yeah – my thoughts exactly – I’m like 2 years old all of a sudden and need permission!).

So I start asking questions about where we are going.  My brother eventually tells me that we are going to a place called “Beefcakes“.  I was curious so looked it up and of course the half naked guy in the logo catches my eye.  I send my brother a message asking if he can arrange a lap dance.  He thought I was very funny!

Beefcakes is a burger bar – but with a twist.  They have themed evenings – with drag shows and boys only nights and girl only nights.  Pop on over to the site to have a look.

So I am dying of curiosity to find out what he has planned.  I strongly doubt we are actually going to Beefcakes, but who knows.  As long as there are half naked men involved, I’ll forgive him for putting me in the spotlight!