side note: in this Small Town, there aren't too many establishments to choose from.
We settled for a fancy little placed called Rendezvous.
another side note: When I've already been drinking, I describe most things as fancy.
This includes: drinks, men, places, clothes, cars, hotels, food, shoes and everything else in the world.
If I counted correctly, there were 9 other people in this club. 13 including the Bachelorette Party.
Naturally, I was the only single member of bridal party. and oh-so ready to mingle.
The dance floor was empty.
The drinks were 2-4-1.
The night was my oyster.
I love dancing. sorry that I'm not sorry.
The best part about rolling with the Bachelorette Party is that when the Bride drinks, we all drink. And everyone was buying drinks for the Bride.
holler.
I was doing what is refered to as spitting game.
It's not quite as effective when a white girl says it, but you get the picture.
I handed out my number to i dont know how many men. I think it was actually just one. but if my Onliners find out about this they'll think I'm a whooore.
yolo.
D was an older man, maybe in his 30's. who insisted that my birthplace was in fact, not outside of the larger City I claimed it was. D needs a lesson in geography. D was buying, so I let him think he was correct.
N was a hottie-boom-ba-lottie for sure. but after we overheard some chatter in the ladies bathroom I found out two things:
N's real name is T.
N has two kids.
bring. it. on.
I attempted to give The Bartender a fatty tip at the end of the night. I also slipped him my number on the receipt. classy, I know.
sidenote: I've never done that fancy little trick before. But when you're in a Small Town, with no intention of returning, you'll do just about anything.
I'm also not so hot with math, or numbers in general so it's unclear how well that's going to work out for me.
I'm sure there's a good reason he hasn't called.
right?
