On Saturday Rae and I went to The Turquoise and had some girl flash us her underwear

Granted she flashed the WHOLE PLACE her underwear, but we were sitting front and center that night at the best table in the house, as such, we had the best view.

We went for the good food and the even better salsa/jazz/blues band that was playing and even better got to witness the greatest night of their lives (for three other girls, Blonde, Blonder and Coolest Chick Ever).

Blonde was blonde with a huge smile, lots of dance moves.

Blonder was blonde with a cute face, liked to jump and twist and twirl and insisted on dancing with our favorite bar owner Basilio (cause the man can twist and twirl).

And Coolest Chick Ever was their other friend with the curly brown hair and the easy breezy style that made both Rae and I want to become her friend (except it seemed odd to rush over to her and start going "you wanna be our friend? You wann be our best friend?).

These three girls danced so hard they were making my legs hurt. They were just loud, fun and fancy free. We watched them for a while, only slight disturbed by the fact that Blonde and Blonder were dressed like they were hanging out at a Sandles Carribean Resort (short dress, flip flops with shells on them) instead of the brisk night that it was. We both giggled that we were so intent on watching them dance when I said "I'm just waiting for Blonder to flash her underwear, that's all. That's a teeny dress and the more she dances, the more she grabs on to it and the more I can tell she wants to flip it up but hasn't yet."

The music over took her eventually when Basillio flipped her up on his hip and there went her dress, practically up to her neck. (We won't even get into the EXTREMELY CUTE couple who were dancing together, so perfect, with the perfect blonde hair and the perfect outfits and the perfect smiles. I leaned over to Rae and said "and then there is super perfect couple, who I hate. But I think I hate them for all the right reasons, like they are just SOOO cute and perfect." We both decided, by way of their dancing, that they have super boring sex, but that's another conversation, another story).

Eventually Rae and I got off our judgmental butts and did a little dancing ourselves, salsa style. Of course we didn't flash our underwear but it was still fun. Coupled with the fact I had to spend the whole time avoiding the smile and stare of the bass player. "The Bass player keeps staring and smiling at you." "I KNOW. I keep wanting to remind him that he's married, hello ring on his finger." (Hello ring on my finger! I guess I still got it...)

He looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend in a weird "oh my God is that my ex... nope that's just some other guy staring and smiling and lingering near my table who looks EXACTLY like him." Even Rae couldn't get over how uncanny the similarity was.

"I suppose," I said "in the grand scheme of evolution and natural selection THAT is the type of guy for me, guys in bands with weird goatee things dig chicks in bars I guess..."

When I got home husband was waiting for me... not a guitar or weird goatee in sight.




P.S. I didn't pay. Had someone say "hey, wait, I thought you were all poor and declaring bankruptcy." Get this straight, I am poor and declaring bankruptcy and I have friends who LOVE me enough to buy me dinner when we go out. This is... an amazing part of my life that I could not be more greatful for, because they keep me sane... spoile me rotten.