Friday, Big D and I had a special night that doesn't happen very often because we have children. Friday Friends and we aligned babysitters so that we could have a night on the town.
Friday Friends always get dressed so nice. It's because they can wear things from Banana Republic. The Witherhalls can't. My hot bod is as straight as a board. So I swim in adult clothes. And must shop at Justice and Limited Too. Big D has curves, so . . . um. He shops at Lane Bryant. *snickering* On the other hand, Mr. Friday Friend is as straight as a board and Mrs. Friday Friend is curvy.
Mr. Friday Friend had his tight pants on. And we all talked about his tight pants.. And Mrs. Friday Friend had her hip hugger dress on. We wore jeans. And snorted.
First we went to a hopping Mexican joint. Had a drink. Talked about things that adults talk about. Water bills and dirty dishes.
And then we swaggered over to another swank joint that was playing live music. Jazz.
We had a really uncomfortable waiter. It was like he was sucking his buns in too hard and couldn't exhale properly. But he did bring us food and drinks. And wasn't quite as bad as Julian - but came in a close second.
Mr. Friday Friend and I be-bopped our heads and tapped our fingers to the beat. A little shoulder shimmy here and knee wobble there. And then neither of us could take it any more. Mr. Friday Friend lunged at me and said, "dance with me or die". So I danced.
Except I don't know how to dance. And neither does Mr. Friday Friend. But we can feel the beat. So we did our own fancy moves and watched all the 70 year olds who knew what was up - and tried to copy them.
And we laughed at ourselves and then ran home.
Take Aways
1) Never give up a chance to dance.
2) Always dance with somebody who is not your partner.
3) If you don't look fancy make sure you feel fancy, because that carries over to your feet.
4) Make sure you have a swank sitter for the kids that knows how to bring order to your pig hole.
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