Pris Turns 48: Birthday Bashes, Club Eden, and the Gang Bang She Asked For Out Loud

Forty-eight years on this planet. Forty-eight years of being absolutely that girl. And Priscilla celebrated every single one of them this past weekend — across two cities, multiple restaurants, one sushi dinner that turned into a gang bang planning session, and a night at Club Eden that people are still texting us about.

This is the full recap. Buckle up.

Thursday: The Warm-Up Nobody Planned

It technically started Thursday. Some good friends came into town early, we got to hang out, and it was one of those low-key nights that just hits different because everyone's excited for what's coming. No pressure, no agenda, just people who like each other ending up in the same place.

That's the kind of thing you can't really plan. It just happens when you've built good friendships in this lifestyle. And we have. We really, really have.

Friday: Pizza, One Sip of Alcohol, and Watching TV in Bed Like Normal Weirdos

By Friday evening, we had friends who'd flown in from Florida. Flew in. For Pris's birthday. From Florida. If that doesn't tell you something about the kind of people we've surrounded ourselves with, I don't know what will.

The plan was pizza at Via 313 (our favorite spot — shout out to them, absolute bomb), then a local bar for music and good conversation. The actual plan turned into: eat four pizzas, two appetizers, and birthday cinnamon sticks, take three sips of a drink each, and go home to watch 40-Year-Old Version in bed with our friends.

And yes, I mean with our friends. In our bedroom. Just watching TV like a big exhausted pile of humans who were too tired to go out but too hyped to separate.

"We literally just watched TV, guys. It was so much fun." — Pris

For the record: we don't drink. We picked our vice, and this ain't it. So those three sips hit us like we'd done something we weren't supposed to. We were out.

Saturday Morning: Coffee, Cold Weather, and Scandalous Outfits That Needed a Sweater

Up at 6am. Because we are apparently people who get up at 6am on their birthday weekend. Pris had a whole itinerary. Of course she did.

It was chilly. This is a problem when all your outfits are — in Pris's words — "scandalous." So we made a quick run for a sweater, grabbed coffee, came back home, and packed for the drive to San Antonio.

Side note: San Antonio happened to be in the middle of Tejano Fanfare weekend, which rolls right into Fiesta San Antonio — a massive annual festival that goes back to 1891, commemorating the Battle of the Alamo and Texas independence. The whole city was buzzing. Meanwhile, Austin was doing its South by Southwest thing. We were caught between two cities having a moment, and we had biscuits to eat.

Brunch at Alamo Biscuit Company (And Yes, Arthur's Coffee Next Door)

If you've never been to Alamo Biscuit Company, first of all, fix that. It's a panadería — a Mexican bakery — that also makes biscuits, and they have biscuit flights. Biscuit flights. Like a tasting flight, but for biscuits. There's even a Benedicts flight. Pris wanted something that could accommodate the whole group and still feel chill, and this was exactly that.

Next door is Arthur's Coffee — a gem in the King William District — and Pris was rocking her birthday crown from her coworker the entire time. New haircut, curly bangs, crown on top. She looked cute and she knew it.

We were joined by great friends, had great conversation, and left absolutely stuffed. Then we went shopping at Lanier Mall because apparently post-brunch waddling is a birthday tradition now.

The Hotel Nap Heard 'Round Texas

We got an early check-in. We unpacked. And then — in one of the most universally understood lifestyle moves — everyone crashed.

"I knocked out." — Pris

She did. I tried to wake her up. She did not want to be woken up. She had a rough re-entry into consciousness. But we had a dinner reservation, a club to get to, and Pris had a gang bang to propose — so up we got.

Sushi, Friends, and the Birthday Announcement Nobody Was Expecting

Dinner was at a sushi restaurant in San Antonio with the whole group — friends from Florida, Arizona, Houston, Dallas, Corpus Christi, and all over Texas. People who mostly didn't know each other, sitting around one table, getting along like they'd been friends for years.

"I looked at the table and I was like, God damn, we have some hot ass friends." — Pris

Accurate.

And then, somewhere between the rolls and the edamame, Pris casually announced that she wanted a gang bang. Just dropped it in. Naturally. Out loud. At the dinner table.

"I wanna have a gang bang. And it didn't have to be tonight, but I was like, I wanna have a gang bang." — Pris

One of the guys looked up, did a double take, and she told him, very calmly: "It's really for my pleasure, not for yours, but you are more than welcome to be in it if you'd like."

He said she was crazy. She said she'd rather just say what she wants. And honestly? Icon behavior.

Club Eden: The Setup, the Anxiety, and the Tours

Club Eden let us in at 8:30pm to decorate before the doors opened. People were already lining up outside. It was going to be a packed night — multiple birthdays, a local meet and greet group, and our whole crew descending on the place at once.

My anxiety? Absolutely through the roof.

I want to be real with y'all: the podcast has made social situations easier for me. I can talk to more people now. But the anxiety doesn't just go away. The whole drive down I kept asking Pris if she was nervous. She wasn't. She was excited. I was internally spiraling about whether everything would be perfect.

"Nothing's logical when you have anxiety." — Adam

Once we got inside, I was in decoration mode — except I had nothing in my hands and was just following Pris around. She sat me down. Our friends stepped in and handled the balloons. And then she sent me on club tours, which, honestly, was better for everyone.

Pris made loot bags. Custom ones. Clear bags with handles, packed with: emergency vitamin C packets, Tums, a mini makeup blender, a packet of gum, Wisps (those little one-use toothbrushes — yes, a genius move), hand sanitizer, cooling wipes, safety pins, band-aids, a Spunk Lube sample, and condoms. Some bags were labeled "Slut Stuff." Others said "Hot Girl Glam Bag." Her daughter helped pack them.

People loved them.

We also had custom Mylar balloons printed with the Beyond Monogamy logo on both ends. They looked incredible.

The Night Hits Its Stride

After the first hour, my anxiety settled. We started making the rounds, introducing our out-of-town friends to the local community. Pris was in full flirt mode — we're talking making out with women she'd just met, owning every introduction, riding the energy of having her favorite people around her.

"I was around my peeps." — Pris

Our friend Ray — who some of you know from our collabs and from a previous episode — showed up with her bag of toys. Ray always has a bag. Always. And inside was a Hitachi wand that wasted absolutely no time doing what it does.

Pris got on the receiving end of that wand and — within minutes — squirted in front of a crowd that had gathered around all of us. There were people on all sides. Pris, two other friends playing on one end, me in the middle, Ray working the room.

Ray turned to Pris and asked what she wanted for her birthday. Pris said: "Can my husband f*** you while I watch?"

"I've never been asked that on someone's birthday." — Ray

We made it happen. Then it kept going. Things shifted around, new people joined the energy, and at one point I had our friend going down on Pris while I was behind her — and then somehow the whole thing rearranged itself and someone I didn't expect came up and slapped me across the face.

Twice.

Three times.

I looked up. It was one of our closest friends — who has heard us talk about consent so many times she's told us "I know you're talking about me." And she was right. But in this case? Absolutely welcome. No notes.

Later in the night, the club called all the birthday people to the floor for lap dances. I gave Pris one. I'm not good at it. She admitted she's not great at it either. We were up there anyway. Eventually Pris got bored — ADHD had entered the chat — and wandered off before her friend got a turn. Sorry, girl.

David and Mary made 200 jello shots. Two hundred. Multiple flavors. They were just walking around handing them to everyone. Cupcakes went out at the end of the night. And all those people who'd never been to Club Eden — from out of state, out of the city — said the same thing:

"This is the best club I've ever been to."

Every. Single. One. And we heard it from multiple people independently.

DJ Allen kept the music going all night. The club was safe, welcoming, and packed with people who knew how to treat guests right. We've said it before, but it bears repeating: Club Eden is the whole vibe. Not just the space — the people who run it and the people who patronize it. That's what makes it special.

2am: Whataburger, Milkshakes, and Sleep

We closed it down around 2am, loaded up, got back to the hotel — where I accidentally led one couple to the wrong hotel, which was immediately corrected by our friends David and Mary, who drove them over. By the time they were back, Pris had already door-dashed a Whataburger Junior with bacon and cheese, eaten it half-asleep, finished her milkshake, and was gone.

"My milkshake was done. I was like, okay guys. Goodnight." — Pris

I followed shortly after. We were done.

Sunday: Brunch, Goodbyes, and Already Planning the Next One

We had a send-off brunch at Pancake House Sunday morning — because you don't let people fly home without breakfast. People were heading back to Arizona, Florida, all over Texas. We said see you soon, not goodbye, because there are already trips being planned.

A new couple from Arizona? Definitely coming back to Texas for more adventures. And we're planning to go visit people too. That's how this goes. The lifestyle builds relationships that actually go somewhere.

What's Coming Up

We've got two big things on the horizon and you need to know about both:

Swingers 101 Workshop — March 29th, 6–8pm at Forbidden Fruit in Austin. If you're curious, new, or just have questions and want to meet people in a chill environment, this is for you. Go to forbiddenfruit.com/workshops and look for our faces.

Texas Desires Hotel Takeover — Weekend of April 11th. Rooms are going fast. Check the Events tab at www.beyond-monogamy.com for everything you need.

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Happy birthday, Pris. You deserved every single minute of it.