I Still Got It, Whatever It Is
Tonight was ballet night for Lady Jane followed by a birthday party for one of her friends. Both kids went and had a great time. The mother was one of the mothers who went out tonight. There were four of us. We met up at a bar, had a drink and talked. Then we moved to a Turkish restaurant. I had hummus and shish kabob (lamb). Both very yummy. We sat and talked until they were closing the place. We were seated at 9 pm. I'm writing this at 1 am so it may not make sense, but I don't care.
So we left the restaurant and decided to get one more drink before going home. We all took taxis. We're seated in a crowded bar trying to shout at each other to be heard over the DJ. Thank God for the smoking ban in public places. So I'm on the end of the table and a guy pulls a stool up next to me.
"What's your name?" said dude who vaguely resembles a singer.
"Amanda." He didn't hear me. I don't feel like repeating myself and give him the tight lipped grin.
"You're from America. Which part?"
"St. Louis."
"Me, too." This deserves an eye roll and a glance at the other girls who are talking and giving me the you're-getting-hit-on look.
"I'm Bryan Adams." This boy has to be in his twenties and he thinks I'm going to believe he's Bryan Adams. Yeah, right.
Tight lipped smile.
"I'm not really Bryan Adams, but I do look like him." Wow, this man is brilliant. Why couldn't I have met him before Phil. Oh, yeah, he was probably 12.
He holds out his hand to shake. I take it and as he turns to the hand kiss position, I slip it out of his hand. I didn't sign up for this.
"I'll be back later."
Tight smile and slight nod. He gets up and heads toward the bar.
And we're giggling school girls for a few seconds. During the conversation, I'm sure I could have just said I'm married or whipped my ring in his face. Though I'm afraid he'd think I was trying to sell him a diamond. I just wasn't in the mood to be rude, so I just maintained stand-offishness (it's a word now damnit) and turned back to the girls for moral support every few seconds blushing like a little girl.
It's good to know that I can still attract drunk men. Wow, I bet my mom is so proud.
Tonight was ballet night for Lady Jane followed by a birthday party for one of her friends. Both kids went and had a great time. The mother was one of the mothers who went out tonight. There were four of us. We met up at a bar, had a drink and talked. Then we moved to a Turkish restaurant. I had hummus and shish kabob (lamb). Both very yummy. We sat and talked until they were closing the place. We were seated at 9 pm. I'm writing this at 1 am so it may not make sense, but I don't care.
So we left the restaurant and decided to get one more drink before going home. We all took taxis. We're seated in a crowded bar trying to shout at each other to be heard over the DJ. Thank God for the smoking ban in public places. So I'm on the end of the table and a guy pulls a stool up next to me.
"What's your name?" said dude who vaguely resembles a singer.
"Amanda." He didn't hear me. I don't feel like repeating myself and give him the tight lipped grin.
"You're from America. Which part?"
"St. Louis."
"Me, too." This deserves an eye roll and a glance at the other girls who are talking and giving me the you're-getting-hit-on look.
"I'm Bryan Adams." This boy has to be in his twenties and he thinks I'm going to believe he's Bryan Adams. Yeah, right.
Tight lipped smile.
"I'm not really Bryan Adams, but I do look like him." Wow, this man is brilliant. Why couldn't I have met him before Phil. Oh, yeah, he was probably 12.
He holds out his hand to shake. I take it and as he turns to the hand kiss position, I slip it out of his hand. I didn't sign up for this.
"I'll be back later."
Tight smile and slight nod. He gets up and heads toward the bar.
And we're giggling school girls for a few seconds. During the conversation, I'm sure I could have just said I'm married or whipped my ring in his face. Though I'm afraid he'd think I was trying to sell him a diamond. I just wasn't in the mood to be rude, so I just maintained stand-offishness (it's a word now damnit) and turned back to the girls for moral support every few seconds blushing like a little girl.
It's good to know that I can still attract drunk men. Wow, I bet my mom is so proud.
posted by Amanda @ 5:14 PM
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