You have probably figured out by now, that most of our stories do not end on a positive note. As a reader, expect no different from this story (you have been forewarned). We are not trying to add negative connotations or ideas to every blog entry, but simply looking out for our reader’s best interests in the hopes that you can learn from our exploits without having to endure any debacles that are even remotely similar. That being said, this story combines two separate events both occurring around Stella’s past two, let’s just say ‘epic’ for now, birthdays.
Stella’s Birthday Numero Uno:
This story dates back to the fall of ’09 in a new up and coming nightclub called Vela (to be honest, I don’t even know if it’s still in business). One of the main reasons that this venue was chosen to host my birthday was because both Bella and I knew the owner/bartender, DJ and promoters (what can we say; we have a lot of connections in Seattle). Having these connections ensured that we would have a VIP booth and plenty of room for people to come and hangout. The night started off great, couple of pre-drinks at the apartment with friends and then we hopped into a caravan of cabs headed to Belltown to start the evening right! We got to the club early in order to grab a table and catch up with our promoter friends before the festivities got too crazy. And per usual, catching up included a couple of shots (it was expected, it was my bday after all)! This year I really wanted all of my close friends to come celebrate with me…as well as a guy that I was currently seeing; we’ll call him Sunny for now. Bella and I were having a fabulous time - dancing, chatting and catching up with some friends that we hadn’t seen in ages because of our incessantly busy schedules. Overall, my bday party was turning out to be a success (thus far…the night was still young). I had managed not to get trashed off of birthday shots, and vividly recall all of the events of the evening. I must admit, my memory of the night was helped out by one major tool encounter that would have sobered the hell out of anyone!!! Let’s call this tool Entrepreneurial Tool [ET (pun intended)]; you will soon see why this title fits the bill. Before continuing this story, we need to go back a few weeks prior to my bday extravaganza for some essential background information that will help you get to know this sleaze ball a bit better.
FLASHBACK
Three weeks before my birthday celebration at Vela, Entrepreneurial Tool text me explaining that he missed talking to me and was wondering if I had any plans that week. ET and I had casually dated over the past year, he owned a tanning salon I used to go to back in my sorority days so I had seen and talked to him several times before. When I was single he asked me out on a few dates but neither of us really followed through. I ended up dating other people and he probably did the same, nothing too special happened there. Unless a guy does something that really ticks me off or offends one of my close friends, I will usually give them the benefit of the doubt. ET didn’t do anything that would make me not want to speak to him again, so on a Thursday (about three weeks prior to my bday @ Vela) he asked me out on a date.
He picked me up and took me to dinner at a nice Thai restaurant in Wallingford, proceeding the meal; he said he really wanted to show me something. I had no idea what he had in store but I was familiar enough with the greater Seattle area that I knew he was making his way toward Belltown. We parked on a strange back street and went into a side door that looked sketchy as hell. There was a sign lit up that said ‘Mira’, again never heard of the place before. I really didn’t know what to think, I had never been to the northern part of Belltown (aka anything past Del Rey). When we walked in, every person greeted ET and myself, at this point I had observed that this was a hole in the wall dance club (yes, anything is possible in Belltown). There were two bars, a DJ, dance floor, VIP section, and lots of lights and TVs. Entrepreneurial Tool then told me that he owned 70% of this club and that he was going to change everything including the name and make it better than it’s ever been. I was super impressed with his business aspirations – I mean; he already owned a tanning salon, another bar and grill and now this dance club in Belltown.
Wow! Did I think this Tool was a solid catch, or what?! We stayed at the club for a while then he politely took me home and ended the date, so far so good. After this we went out on one or two more dates, but still no hint of commitment from ET and I was a little hesitant about getting closer to him, especially considering his line of work. This is where the story picks up again, back at my birthday…
BACK AT VELA
As you can guess ET, being the owner of Vela and all, was working and bartendingpossibly go wrong? …
I was dancing with Sunny when Bella frantically came up to me with an upset look on her face exclaiming, “You will not believe what ET just did!!!” Now at the time, I couldn’t imagine ET doing anything that would cause a reaction like this from anyone, especially not my bestie whom he had already met in the past. She told me about how she went to order a vodka tonic and ET was bartending and asked if he could get her number. Yes, ET went there, BIG MISTAKE. Not only was Bella well aware of our dating history, but she also knew that as little as two weeks ago he had taken me out on a date. When she confronted him about this he simply said, “We aren’t exclusive or anything so why does it matter if I get your number?” This set Bella off. One thing is for sure, we don’t like drama or confrontations - but tread carefully – if you are of the male gender, and do something to piss one of us off…damn right we will defend each other to the death! I was not impressed with whatever plan ET had up his sleeves about getting Bella’s number. 1) She was my bestie, and 2) It was my birthday. So I went to confront him myself.
I wanted to know why he thought it was acceptable to ask my best friend for her number…definitely a low-blow. Especially considering it was my birthday for Chrissakes! I should have expected his cocky, douche bag response to this, “I didn’t ask for her number, why are you girls always trying to start drama, this is why we would never work out.” That just set me off, firstly, I told him that I trust Bella with my life and know that she would never lie to me about something like that (she had no reason to either!) and secondly, that this would be the last time I was going to speak to him and lastly, that we would never be back to his little “up and coming” Belltown dance club and we would tell every person we knew to never go there because the owner is a complete douche (yes, we followed through on that and look how well the place did)!
Moral of the story: Gents - do NOT try to get in between besties, there is no closer bond and things will NEVER end in your favor, we promise!...Besties without testes. ;)
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