Girls Night Out~

My future sis in-law was struggling with the idea of my brother off on his bachelor cruise and so to help with the agony of wondering and dominating thoughts she invited me and some of her girlfriends out to help keep her thoughts at bay. Most times I struggle to go out. It's a whole process to just talk myself into going out, it's just not my thing. Don't get me wrong, in high school I think I puked every weekend as a direct result of drinking too much and partying too hard (something I am not proud of, just a fact). However, by the time I got into college I was partied out and since then, still have my moments of dancing on bars, but they are few and far in between.

We finish dinner and as we walk away from our table I ask my sis, who has also joined us, if she could drop me off at my car on her way home. She says sure, but as I say goodbye to my future sis in-law and her friends the wrath ensues, so... We walk to our destination -En Fuego and it is anything but "On Fire". The painful memory of why I don't like going out engulfs me. Different people, same ol' scene. This guy trying to get into this girls pants, whispering the same sweet nothings into her ear that just moments before he whispered in another girls ear who, luckily, was smart enough to blow him off. Do boys really think we buy these lines? "You're too pretty to be in this bar' , 'I can tell you're a classy girl' , 'you seem really intelligent, not like these other girls" .PLEASE! Boys you could get so much further with a girl if you just spoke to her like a human and not a piece of ass you're looking to score! Enough with the lines, have a damn conversation already! If the conversation is good and you can hold her attention, she'll go home with you. AND if she doesn't, well then you would be smart to consider her girlfriend material!

We meander over to the bar, find a space and huddle as girls always do. Girls go out to meet boys but then make themselves unapproachable by creating a circle like a cult huddled around its next offering chanting to one another in a language only we can understand. We order Tequila shots which are more like a glass of tequila. How am I going to get this down? It takes three lame attempts to get it down - I am waaaay out of practice, but finally it is gone. Perhaps now I won't find this scene so annoying...
- no such luck -

We make the group decision to head out and try the next bar down the street. As we round the corner, our high heels clapping on the pavement, our hips swaying like an alley cat with each provocative step. Their is a hottie leaning against a mailbox. (Well hello there) -Looks like the night just got better ;) We show our IDs to the bouncer standing guard at the door, flipping our wallets open like as FBI shows his badge -With authority and an air that says, I'm coming in whether you like it or not. The four of us enter the bar, leaving a trail of perfume in our path. Hello boys, we've arrived!

It's a meat fest in here and there are some of the hottest boys I have seen on the scene in a long time. You just have to love San Diego! We push our way into the sea of testosterone. It is hot in here, both literally and figuratively and I am ready to play as the effects of the Tequila takes hold. My sis in-law having seen my interest in the boy outside, appears out of nowhere with HIM and pushes him at me-literally...Game Over, before it even had a chance to begin. No biggie onto the next, there is plenty to choose from.

The bar has no dance floor so the dancing is happening all around us and I am bounced from one hip shaking ass to the next. Please make it stop... There are boys all around and I wonder what attracts them to this bar with so few options? One of the friends of the 'hot' boy strikes up a conversation with me. We laugh about how ridiculous it is that we are so smashed in this bar and willingly here submitting ourselves to the chaos. With so few options for the boys it doesn't take long before our girl cult is surrounded. Our safety net is destroyed and we are separated, to each our own.

Pictures are being snapped of us with boys I do not know, invitations to house parties once the bar shuts down. Lines are being slurred into my ear, I smile sweetly, no point telling him his lines won't get him anywhere, he'll know soon enough. LAST CALL...
I say goodnight leaving him standing their as I walk away and the lights come on. The realization that he just spent the last moments of his night trying to get into the pants of the wrong girl sinks in.

The boy quickly scans the bar for the last remaining remnants of girl perfume...