Ladies Night

Yes, it's ladies night so all you gents move off the floor because you have lost your turn to jive.

Ladies night, or so it is to be called, is the only way to properly acknowledge the happenings of the night.

New Character Introduced: Femme Fatale

New Set: Txori

The original plan for the evening (developed long ago, and by that I mean a week ago) was to hit up Belltown with the Wifey and Wifey's friend(s?).  At some point in time, though I don't remember which, in the afternoon, Roommate agreed to accompany us as well- which actually worked out great because wifey's friends canceled and I am pretty sure  "Ladies Night" should include at least three women...for good measure, if nothing else.  And so, the plan was hatched.   

Roommate and I left to go pick up the Wifey and dine at Red Robin, those reasons by now should be more than apparent.  I did a little flirting while driving- once with the neighbors who offered Roommate and I to join them in their beer shananegins, and once with a fellow gas-guzzling drive-aholic.  The second was not premeditated, I was just trying to be a good citizen by rolling down my window and telling him that his "thing was open" (in reference of course to his gas cap).  When it turned out he was attractive, I just kept smiling and looking his way...I think at one point in time I may have even given him a thumbs-up.  

We picked up Wifey, went to Red Robin.  No luck.  Went to Txori, which is a pintxos bar, where Roommate's boyfriend works.  Didn't do any boy-scouting, but did eat some of the best food I have had in a long time.  All three of us got wine-soda's which, much as the name sounds, conaitn red wine and either orange soda or cola.  None of us were very familiar with the Belltown area (location of txori), but had it in our heads that we could go bar hopping there.  Unfortunately, we did not find any bars to bounce to or from- they all seemed to be eateries and we were full already, so we ended up going to Linda's.  

We had two rounds of drinks at Linda's.  I never thought I would end up drinking with Roommate because of our own self-proclaimed "uptight-ness".  It was fun though.  I tried a kamikaze, suggested by her- which I actually liked.  We tried to dare each other to make moves on various boys, but all of us chickened out.  

Roommate had to leave early because her boyfriend got of work, so Wifey and I moved from our hidden booth to a table by the bar, for better leverage of course.  

This is where we found the action of the evening.  What would ladies night be with out a little action- and what better suited action than by another female?  Enter Femme Fatale.  Let me preface this story by saying, if my cleavage was a penis, I would be very well-endowed, so to speak.  Let me also say that on this particular night, ladies night, I chose to wear a dress that lifted and highlighted my own girls.  Ok, back to the story, so here Wifey and I are, sitting at a table by the bar, when- wouldn't you know it- a female approaches our table, we will call her Femme Fatale.  She says that there is a pool of money at the table where she is sitting and she will win it if I let her motor boat me.

Cut from story: Urbandictionary.com

Urbandictionary has this to say about motor boating: "1. Motor Boat: To bury ones face in some giant jugs and shake your face back and fourth while blowing out, and making a hubababa sound."

Back to story:

I think for a minute and then decipher what motor boat must mean, to which I smile gently and politely shake my head "no" proclaiming, in a very sweat dumb-blonde type of voice, I might add, "no, I don't think so, thanks though".  That was the most action any of us got all night.  But  what would possibly be more appropriate for ladies night?  

Oh, also a side note to this story:  After the motor boat incident, I pulled out my bandana to wear, thinking "this might cover up some of my cleave" when a familiar face, who was standing next to me, told me "no...don't do that, it only attracts more attention to that area".  For the whole night I thought this was someone I knew from school.  Every now and again he would pass our table smiling at me.  Wifey thought he might be gay, but I told her that I, for some reason, did not think so.  The following morning it dawned on me; where I knew him from, that is.  Turns out he was the guy a year or so ago that tried to ask me for my phone number so we could have a dinner date at open mic- while I was sitting with the Ex (and while we were still dating), which was awkward because I wanted to be polite, but also had a boyfriend at the time.  I ended up leaving without giving him my digits...but that was probably why he was smiling so dumbly at me all night- because he too remembered me from long ago.