Your Move

We've developed a routine. Thursdays: Martinis. Fridays: Bar downtown. Saturdays: Club on the Strip, if we have the energy. Last Friday at the bar, we had our pick of the over 40 crowd. Woooee! How DID we get so lucky? But as the bar cleared out and my crush for the evening stayed far, far away, it wasn't so bad to have some guys to laugh with, and the free drink was especially nice. I mean, honestly. If you are a forty-something trying to get into the good graces of a twenty-something woman who, quite honestly is at least a 7.8 (as both Kate and I are), don't you think you ought to at least by them a drink or two??

But that was last week. Yesterday, we were basically ignored all night. With two exceptions. First, the guy who came over to talk to us, all by himself. Ok, great, I commend your courage. But what can TWO girls do with ONE guy? Where, oh where is your wingman?? Second, the two not bad looking guys who decided to stand nearly directly behind us and stay there. Now, perhaps they were waiting for the "go ahead" from us to make their move, but seriously! Shit or get off the pot, fellas.

I can't say we left the bar in high spirits. And tonight, we couldn't bring ourselves to go to the club. In all fairness, I worked today and will work tomorrow. But then again, I think it may be time to change our weekend routine. I'm entertaining suggestions.