On Saturday night, I joined Wendy, Lety, Stephanie, Lisa & Sky for another girls’ night out. We met at Wendy’s house, enjoying a bit of vino while waiting for everyone to arrive. Before long, we were piling into the most luxurious SUVs, listening to fun music, and traveling down the highway to the restaurant.
As it turned out, a Flamenco Jazz Guitarist group was performing. The drummer, who teaches Wendy’s son as well as Sky, was the inspiration for this particular girls’ night out. But, seriously, who needs a reason?
The food started arriving to our table a short time after we were seated. The first of the order (tapas style) was one unidentified fried object after another. Every bite of food that arrived at our table was the most unique and exquisite tasting food. It was like a party in my mouth bite after bite. My glass of wine, imported from Chile, was no different.
The girls were all the more fabulous! We laughed, ate, and danced the night away (dancing loosely defined where I am concerned). I may not dance well, but I DO know how to have fun on the dance floor. Much laughter was had.
While dancing, I stepped backwards and my foot found the edge of a man’s foot. I swear, I barely felt his foot underneath mine when I pulled back. By this point, however, he was retreating with a look on his face as if I’d threatened to kill his first-born. He called me the “toe killer” and said that I was “wild” woman. “Oh yeah, she’s wild all right,” said Wendy, “you should see her in bed.” That shut him up. We all laughed our heads off.
A bit later, Lety brought over Carlos to take me for a spin on the dance floor. She said that every woman there needed to experience dancing with him and that my “TK” excuse was not working. So Carlos, who was warned to watch out for the “toe killer” took my hand and lead me out on the floor. He gently pulled me here and swung me there and, I believe, I even looked like I knew what I was doing for just that song. We left the dance floor full of smiles and with all toes intact.
Note to self: if ever dancing with Juls, wear steel toed boots…
Sounds like a great time. I like to dance, but really am a klutz. I go wild in my living room, though. :-) I’d love to learn how to dance with a partner.
Did you see the article in the May Runner’s World about qualifying for Boston? I thought of you as I read it.
We live so close, we should do a race together. I mean run in the same race; you’re much faster than me. After RnR Seattle, my only plan is the Nike half, that is if I don’t get into New York.
Do you know about the new Santa Barbara marathon? It’s going to be in December.