Car
packed, ezpass ready to go and the ‘angels’ headed to the shore for the annual
girls trip. We returned to the scene of the crime beach bar where three
years ago I drank too much and didn’t eat enough and never made it back out of
the room for the nightlife (or as I like to put it, the bed was much more
comfortable). The tables turned this time as one of the angels was in
that same situation. We hit our usual beach bar, figuring we’d eat later,
and we should have just ordered an appetizer first. A few drinks later,
one bachelor party and an old man sitting next to me who got an earful we moved
on to food. After eating and making sure the angel was fine without us,
we put on our dresses and headed out to this new club HQ in Revel (new
hotel). At 1 am there was a line to get in and somehow we got asked by
this group of college guys to go in with them. Of course the birthday girl
pulled out the birthday card and the ‘leader’ of their pack paid for her
admission along with shots of Birthday Cake vodka for everyone. Little
did he know that in about 5 years from now offering to buy ladies free drinks
will not get him anywhere. I will say that was the funner group of the
night, especially the version of Titanium sung by the taller of the pack making
me think the high pitched sound was a hint he was gay. Unfortunately when
being sandwiched on a dancefloor there isn’t room to get away so to speak so we
walked around and dodged and dived every guy who wanted to reach out and touch
one of us or buy us a drink. I can’t count the times we were asked, it
was unreal. On to the next pass…where this guy, all by himself, a Sean
Astin look alike from the LOTR, said “You three ladies look like you need a
drink” and bought us Patron shots, actually they were double shots, and did not
leave us alone, he got all touchy feely creepy (if that’s at all possible in
one sentence) but thankfully we were saved by the other pack of college kids
(do you see a pattern here?). They at least held a conversation and bought a
decent round of drinks, yet hard to ditch on the dancefloor after telling
stories of being in a car accident, who wouldn’t want to ditch them? And
yet we were entertained by their naivety as usual, because none of them were
convinced we were in our 30s. “Yes, really!”
HQ
was comical to say the least, I wanted to huddle and yell “21, 26, 37 hut hut
hike” haha. We vowed to card the next pack prior to accepting any drinks
next time out.
On
to 5 am noodles to get us balanced and back to reality, yet getting to 5 am
noodles through the pack of ladies of the night and their groupies was a
trip. “Hey, you could use some chocolate around that milky white mouth of
yours,” as we yelled back “White milk”, “fat free’, “skim”! Yes I know,
its bad, but he asked for it.
Down
one angel we venture out the next night to Boogie Nights, the remedy for our
search for a dancefloor with room to move and no one to grope us. Seeking
refuge in Michael Jackson, Vanilla Ice and KC and the Sunshine Band was the
cure we needed, along with the older (much older) guys that joined us (and did
not grope us, try to pick us up or buy us drinks). They were great, we
never even got their names but I have a picture of them below, they were good sports. We were also
asked for one last ‘kid’n’play’ move before we left, had we accepted it I would
have been barefoot since the running man and staying alive put our dogs out for
the night.
Overall
my vote goes to testing the baseball cap theory: “Don’t take offense to this
but I have to ask, are you bald under there?” and the guy nicely replied, “No
I’m not offended” removed his hat and said “Yes I am”.
