This past weekend I had the privilege of meeting six, new, fun, and amazing girls. One in particular, Meg, I have been trying to meet up with for the past couple of months. But finally, last Saturday, it happened. We decided to meet for dinner and drinks, and then see where the night would lead us. Which was to a few bars, which I cannot remember the names of, meeting a few guys, which I cannot remember the names of, and to yet another bar to see a band, which I cannot remember the name of. However, that should not be a surprise to anyone. My remembering skills are not what they used to be. I blame Dr. Baker, my Personality Disorders professor for making me memorize fourteen chapters of every disorder in the DSM IV. Now, my brain has trouble storing new information. Though I am very good at pointing out the many disorders my family, friends, and complete strangers have, I now have trouble remembering simple names and events. And I now firmly believe that everyone, everyone has some type of disorder.
Anyway…back to Saturday. After meeting, smiles, hugs, and new introductions, everyone was acquainted, and the chit-chatting began. Dinner was so entertaining and enjoyable. Along with the conversation, the food was scrumptious. The Jerk Chicken was good and the Bahama Mama’s were down right delicious, along with one of Katie’s drinks, which she swapped for one of mine. Our waiter, which of course, his name escapes me, was a skinny hippy, nice and cute, but not nice and cute enough. His hair, which was in dreads, was a huge turn off, along with his anorexic looking body. I need a guy with some meat on him. And obviously, appearance is high on my list, but then again, he was a nice waiter, and he was good at his job. At least he had that going for him.
After dinner and several drinks, we decided to hit up a few bars and join in the festivities of what is known as, “Bike Week.” It consisted of thousands of leathered, tanned, tattooed, hairy men, accompanied by their leathered, bleach blond, overly tanned, half-naked women. Dress wise; we were a little out of place, considering not a one of us was wearing leather. But leave it to my dear, sweet, lovable, drunk, crazy friend, Kate to never miss an opportunity to live in the moment…a drunk moment, which she later hung her head in shame, and laughed hysterically about the next morning, when she recalled the night and her new belongings. In her drunken, biker inducing high, she bought a pair of ass-less chaps. She went as far as to have them fitted and measured just for her. She strutted in her new chaps the rest of the night, feeling cool and hot, which she was. And that’s why we are friends and I love her.
I was surprised however, by the keep of the restrooms inside these bar establishments. Never, have I ever, been in a bar bathroom where there was a woman, in this case old, sitting there offering soap, paper towels, tampons, and body spray. She was equipped with all the necessities a girl might need in a public restroom. However, this one in particular restroom bar maid, was not on her “A Game.” It never failed, each time Diana and I made a trip to the restroom; I ended up sharing my paper towel with her. This occurred at least three times. This lack of paper towelessness really hurt her in tips, which I refused to leave. I mean, she had an entire stack of paper towels lying before her. All she had to do was pass them out. Not a difficult task.
The rest of the evening is somewhat of a blur. Not that this part of the evening was not memorable, it’s just that I don’t remember it enough in detail to write about it. I remember walking forever to another bar, to see a band, which we only made it for the end of the last song. I remember ordering a vodka straight, and then half way through it thinking, why oh why did I do that. I also remember several of the girls swapping shoes. The night held way too much walking for such cute shoes. I remember talking with Meg, and having so much fun finally getting to hang out with her. And, I also remember at last calling it a night and then making our way back to the car, which was parked on the complete opposite side of where we were. Thank God, Kristin and Kate have great navigational skills, or we might have been lost for hours. Not only did they manage to find the car, but they also managed to get us to the hotel, and they got us there in a timely manner. I was thoroughly impressed. And luckily, for Kate and I, our new friends let us spend the night and let us borrow clothes to sleep in. Like I said, these girls were amazing.
It’s strange: how comfortable the night was. It was like I had known this group of girls my whole life. It was also amusing to see their interactions with each other. To hear them tale stories and little inside references was a joy to watch. To see how close the six of them are was remarkable. But even with their inner circle stories, I never once felt like an outsider. Each one welcomed me with open arms and a new friendship. And I know it’s cheesy and girly, but I hope our new friendship continues to grow and we are able to see more of each other. Yeah, they were that great!
