There’s a sexy little black sequined top in my closet that sometimes calls out to me. I’m normally a jeans-and-flats kind of girl (even before I had Kiki) but I think every girl likes to dress up every once in a while. So while I’m looking in my closet for a comfy cotton shirt to go with my jeans (or even better,with my yoga pants) I swear I sometimes hear, “Psst. Remember me?”. I look over and catch the edge of that top peeking out from the back of the closet and shimmering in the light. Well a few months ago I liberated my sexy black top for a night on the town.
I went home to the South for Christmas and got the chance to go out with my sister and her friends to celebrate my sister’s birthday. I left Hubby and Kiki at his parents’ house and headed to my sister’s house for the night. Dinner and bars were on the agenda and I was psyched to let loose. I couldn’t remember the last time I went out to bars – that’s bars, as in more than one. Now my sister is not a jeans-and-flats kind of girl and, unlike the restaurants that I frequent, her dining destinations do not offer cheese fries as an appetizer. This was my chance! I dusted off (literally – there was a layer of dust on the hanger) my sequined top, borrowed some of my sister’s make-up, and said, “Let’s do this!”
After a two and half hour long dinner – just wondering, are there people for whom that is normal? – some of my sister’s friends were calling it a night. Another friend said to my sister, “Are we done? I thought we were going out after this.” and my sister replied, “Oh we are. That’s just all the Moms going home.” To which I piped in, “All the Moms except me bitches!” I don’t usually talk like that, but it seemed appropriate.
We head to the first bar and my sister’s best friend declares that she’s ordering shots. Shots? Really? I was in over my head here people. After my initial protests, I finally just give up and take the shot. I pat myself on the back for still being to hold my own.
At the next bar (I told you there were bars) a random guy comes over to the table and starts talking to us. After he leaves my sister declared that he was hitting on me. I object and say that he was not. He totally was. The sexy sequined top was doing its job. I pat myself on the back again.
At midnight my sister and her friends showed no signs of leaving. I find myself staring at a bar full of people, none of whom seem to be pondering how long it will be until they can go to bed. Can I be the only one thinking about that?
Fortunately the group decides to throw in the towel around 1 am and I’m able to head back to my sister’s house where I change into my pjs as quickly as possible. I had a blast with my sister but this Mom was ready for bed.
When I got home and unpacked I heard a little “thanks” from my sexy black sequined top as I hung it up in the back of the closet where I’m sure it will stay for the next 2 years. And as I pulled out my favorite black yoga pants, I’m pretty sure I heard them say, “Who do you love?”. You black yoga pants. I love you.