It was time for our semi-annual Girl's Night Out. Susanna drove me and another pal, Adriana, to Morongo to meet Maria and other friends. All I did was choose something cute yet reserved enough to leave some things to the imagination. I didn't let my hair down because A) it's hot and B) it's not long enough to curl or accomplish any other feminine hairdo; I believe personality plays a much bigger role than a mane (at least I hoped mine played in my favor).
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| Ignore the mess and focus on the deep blue something or another. Earrings and bracelet: Compliments of Sophia per Macy's Dress: Macy's clearance Belt: I think it came with a shirt Shoes: Jessica Simpson via DSW |
Of course, Susanna, Adriana, and I arrived fashionably late but not as fashionably as red-carpet Maria. But it was all good. We dined at Serrano's where the complimentary bread was as good as the stuff from The Olive Garden and the chicken quesadilla a welcomed distraction from starvation.
We ordered drinks--beer for Suz, a Long Island Iced Tea for Maria, and Mai Tais for Adriana and me. Susanna asked me what was in a Mai Tai and I said, let's ask. Pineapple juice, bla bla bla, rum. Got it. Maria requested a second round before dinner was over and the waiter took my drink before I was finished with it so I could just start anew. How thoughtful! Not. Since I was paying for that, I wanted to suck every dollar's worth out of it.
Just as we were paying, three more gals showed up to partake in the dancing portion of our night. But of course, we had to have proof that we were still young, beautiful, and desirable:
Because the three girls were behind on the drinking game, Maria, Susanna, Adriana, and I decided to let them catch up at the bar. To avoid any repercussions, I sipped on water. But I shouldn't have because the waitress came to inform us that "the gentlemen over there" had bought our first round of drinks. We all stretched our necks with pretty grateful smiles and tried very hard to speak with our eyes, "Keep them coming." One of the men stopped by before he left to tell us that we deserved those drinks because we are all beautiful and no one disagreed.
To get back into the game, I ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri. Sussana inquired about the ingredients because she's allergic to Vodka like am I to onions but once again, the secret ingredient was rrrrrrrum. I put the drink to rest by tying a knot with the cherry stem.
After an hour or two of belly-aching laughs accompanied by streams of mascara, four guys approached us. They were Army brats who wanted to buy us a round of shots. We were a little hesitant at first but caved in when one of them asked us for Patron Silver or Gold. Silver, one of us said.
We were having such a good time catching up we forgot we were supposed to be getting down on the dance floor. But the lounge we had so much fun at last year was replaced with more slot machines and there was a band playing at the Vibe club. So we continued hanging out instead and asked the guys to guess our ages. They knew they could get in trouble but one of them said he'd try his best. We were all supposedly in our late 20s but I was described as the youngest one in the group to which I responded, "Yes I am! Yes I am." Then Army guy predicted that I was 24 and again I said, "Yes I am! Yes I am!" Cute guys, just like my first graders.
Once Maria and Susanna made around $200 at the Blackjack table, it was time to return to our mundane lives. It was also 2:30am.
P.S.
I don't want to leave out the other girls who were a part of my weekend.
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| Congrats, Ivette, on baby girl #2! Miss ya, amiga. |
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| Happy 24th Birthday, Liz! |
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