Girls' Night Out - Part One

       Picture from voodoovogue.co.uk. 

  Picture from voodoovogue.co.uk. 

Hitting the club scene used to be one of my favorite pastimes.  I've slowed down quite a bit.  When I say quite a bit I mean I don't go at all.   A friend of mine suggested we go out and I figured, "Hey, why not".  Without a doubt, it was a decision I do not regret. 

We decided to go to a place called Taylor's.  What I love about Taylor's is the variety of people.  Regardless of age, ethnicity, or social status - everyone is there to have a good time.  I've yet to be disappointed by my experiences there. 

My friend *Jen and I were standing just off of the dance floor and a gentleman in a three piece suit with wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail circled around me then looked me up and down. I knew what this tribal dance meant and I was prepared for the challenge. He led me to the dance floor where he proceeded to dazzle me with his fancy footwork.  While I wasn't really sure what he was up to, I figured "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em".  A full length mirror lined the wall in front of us.  At one point he slid over to it and smoothed his mustache.  The whole scene was pure comedy.  I kept searching for my friend (she's over 6 feet making her impossible to miss) but alas, she had not followed me out to the dance floor.   

Later, Jen and I went outside for some fresh air.  Who was out there but Mr. Smooth Moves himself.  He walked over to us.  The conversation went something like this: 

Him:  What's your name?

Me: Veronica. 

Him: You don't say?  I have a sister named Veronica.   My name is Rick.

Me: Oh, like Slick Rick? 

Him: There's nothing slick about me. 

Me (inner thought bubble): Sir, your hair is glistening in the pale moonlight as we speak and you smoothed it back during your last sentence.  I'd say that's pretty slick. 

Him: Are you married?

Me (inner thought bubble): Quick, think of something.   We're actually together. 

                                                  He looks at my friend. 

Him: What your name? 

Jen:  Jen. 

Him: I have a sister named Jen.  What are the chances of that?  I have a sister named Veronica and a sister named Jen. 

Jen:  We have to go now. 

Note to self - claiming your friend as your s/o to avoid unwanted advances worked ten years ago.  In 2013, it is not only acceptable, but coveted.  I need a new exit strategy.   There's more to come on tonight's adventure ladies and gentlemen.  Stay tuned!