Hollaback

While my Alka-Seltzer fizzes like madness in the glass, I've got a minute to write.

Met two friends for dinner last night. Two friends I have not seen in quite a while. We tend to make it for birthdays though, and this occasion was for mine.

We also tend to stay out too late when we're together and I could see it coming when after dinner, one of the friends said, Let's go somewhere and have a drink. She always does this; I had forgotten.

We ventured down the road a bit to a little bar that looked absolutely packed from the outside so I was cringing with my anti-crowd attitude as we walked through the parking lot, but when I opened the door there was only a handful of people there. I did cartwheels of joy across all that space in the room.

Suddenly I was hit with the desire to hear Hollaback Girl which is weird because I've never been struck with that before, but believe it or not there was a dj set up at a table (seriously, a table) so I walked on over there to ask about it. Well, faster than you can say, Are those real because they are unbelievably perky?, I found myself hanging out at the dj table talking up all the Drag Queens who were apparently there for Ladies Night but this was not a gay bar so I never quite understood that but, what the heck, they were good fun.

Was it time to leave? Of course it was. It's always a good sign that you should leave if you find that your new best friend is a man named Robert who is wearing knee socks and a private school uniform of plaid skirt and white top, has better breasts than you do, and goes by the name of Suzy. Absolutely.

Did we leave? No, no we didn't. Not for a while.

My Alka-Seltzer is now ready, so I'll leave it at that.