Celebrating Girls Night

Is there ANYTHING better than a night hanging with the girls?  Last night I attended a baby shower - a totally different type of girls night.  It was for one of my daughter's friends, but I had a good time catching up with girls I haven't seen in nearly a year.  The honoree's aunt and I got to talking about the music playing and I started to reminisce about nights long ago when I could be found at one of the local clubs.

My regular partner in crime was Booty.  She was, and still is, all about getting her dance groove on.  While I enjoy dancing as well, it is more of a "flail" and is dangerous to anyone in a certain radius around me - usually Booty.  The poor woman has been cocked by one of my disjointed arms more than once. 

While we enjoyed the flirtations of passing men and the accompanying drinks, we were there to DANCE.  The throbbing music so loud you can't hold a conversation, tables with insufficient chairs, unattended purses, and watered down drinks - it was an experience!  Memories flash through my brain, like the time we got up on the surfboard bar to dance only to have some smartass guys lean back to lay their heads on the bar and look up our skirts.  So I kicked one in the head.  Dude!  DO NOT ruin my night of dancing!

Yes, I was married at the time, but he took it well.  We told him all of the stories and how well I behaved.  And I DID behave, I was a freaking ANGEL.  And because I behaved, Booty had to behave and never staggered home with some stalker freak.  Like I said, we were there for the dancing.

There was an understanding that if I got home after 6am that I had to bring breakfast as well.  So I never waltzed in after 5:59 am.  :)

One time however, Booty and I were uber generous and offered some out of town boys attending a bachelor party a ride back to their motel.  We made it clear we had no intentions of violating our promise to behave so we dropped them off, made a mad dash into their room to pee, jumping over passed out bodies everywhere when we got a hairbrained idea.   The balcony outside their door overlooked the pool closed up for the winter.  And I wanted one of those pool chairs!  BADLY!

The boys gladly helped Booty over the fence wearing sister's leather mini skirt.  She tossed two chairs over the fence and then scrambled back over.  At some point she ripped the seam in her skirt, giving an even greater show.  Somehow we maneuvered the chairs into her 1970's barge of a car.  We waved toodledoo to the boys and drove off into the sunrise, laughing our fool heads off.

It's always very disconcerting to drive home after such a long night and to pass early morning joggers.  It's just so incongruent with everything we had experienced in the past eight or ten hours.

We pulled into my apartment, set up the chairs on the back porch and then quietly pulled a groggy spouse out of bed careful not to wake the sleeping children, so he could appreciate our acquisition!  Booty settled into one chair, lighting a cigarette.  He shrugged his shoulders and asked where breakfast was.  DAMMIT - I brought you CHAIRS!

Those chairs lasted many years until another drunken foray finally destroyed them.


Happy memories!