80s Night (or Lazy Tostadas at 2 a.m.)
I think it's fair to say that I'm not as young as I feel anymore. I remember being in college and going out meant not leaving the house until about 11:30 or midnight. Well, last night I was at the club before 10 so I could get in free for Ladies Night and I was one of the first people there outside of a few people playing pool and two other girls who were at the bar encouraging each other to "not let the buzz die!" The evening began with a yummy wheat beer and toe tapping to early Madonna. The lower my beer got, the more people began to file in, many sporting the appropriate 80s attire. This was bound to be a really fun night.
Before hitting the dance floor (OMG it's Prince! I gotta dance!), Roger and I toasted the evening with Patron Silver and a lime. Weeeeeeeeeee! Huey Lewis and the News, Cyndi Lauper, Human League, John "Still Using Cougar" Mellencamp, and Klymaxx got me spinning around and shouting the lyrics out with the rest of the fun lovin' crowd. Speaking of Klymaxx, there definitely was a meeting in the ladies room. (For all of you who already have it in your head, go ahead, watch the video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17eqacvFq9E). It's interesting how a group of strangers just 5 minutes prior become your best friends in the ladies room. I met a gal from Utah and we talked about the gorgeous weather and blue skies there. Another gal passed her flask around because "darn it, it's EXPENSIVE to drink out there", and another was getting over her ex and we were all cheering her on and letting her know she could do better than him. Roger waited for me to come out and here I exit with my new buddy from the Beehive State and he gives me the look of "What DO you all do in there?" Apparently boys don't bond in the boys room.
More music, more tequila, more beer, more dancing. I think there may have even been an amaretto sour in there somewhere too. Time flew by and my face is a little sore today from smiling so much last night. That's a sure sign of a good night.
Thankfully (are you tired of me saying this yet?), I live close to everything now and my place was just a few blocks away. It was after 1 a.m. and I had to figure out what was going to appease the after dancing munchies. Something yummy, something quick, something I actually had at the house. Aha, lazy tostadas it is then. (Think refried beans on an already made tostada shell and add salsa on top. A lazy tostada is born). Crunching on tostadas and watching George Lopez reruns on Nick at Nite was a nice cap for the evening.
Can anybody, though, explain why the empty can of refried beans was in my room this morning?