Post Mortim- Weekend
Aug. 11th, 2010 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threadwalkerThe weekend was a whirlwind of activity.
There was the Saturday morning bike ride. When I got home I got on the treadmill so I could actually burn some calories (coasting behind Super N didn't do anything for me.)
So.. a night on the town in San Francisco. I had a blast. There are pictures and I have my camera on me, but not the cable of power that connects the camera to the PC.
Everyone got dressed up in her own version of hitting the town and we were hot, if I don't mind saying. Mr Blackcat called us a bunch of Cougars, but we corrected him; we are Wildcats*. Although we all got dressed up, some of us were more "clubby" while some were more classy. I was "clubby" with mini-skirt, platform boots and low cut tank top. This plays a roll in our evening events later on. But on my way to Blackcat's house I had to stop into Safeway for cash... Out of context of the club/bar scene, the outfit wasn't "clubby" it was super slutty and I got stared at by everyone. Oh joy. But I didn't blush, I responded by swaggering. If you're going to wear it, own it.
Dinner at Biscuit and Blues: I had a great salad. Le Chef purchased a few bottles of GOOD champagne. I test drove the mojito and it passed. Sitting and talking with good friends over good food without kids just doesn't happen enough. What I need is for all my friends to work near me so that we can have lunches once a week. (I love my kids, but they require a certain amount of constant "alert" level awareness that prevents me from ever fully relaxing.) I got to sit next to my evil twin.. even got a picture of us taken. We joked with the table next to us - another group of middle-aged adults having a good time. Witty exchanges started to fly back and forth between the tables and more photos were taken by both groups.
Ole!
Drinks at Bourban and Branch: Our party organizer cancelled (illness at home) and there was a goof up with the reservation; they didn't have one for us.
Oh No! How sad! We got ushered to the library. But wait! BlackCat cornered the Host, looked at him over her glasses, and firmly explained to him that this wasn't okay. I think it helps to be small and cute when you do that because I could never have gotten him to do what he did. I didn't actually witness the exchange, although she replayed it for me, but after we waited a few minutes we were ushered to the mezzanine. It was a small enclosure that fit all 10 of us. Yay!
And I had the BEST catch up with Le Chef and Evil Twin. Le Chef and I shared a bourbon flight... swoon. And then we each had absinthe. ... swoon.
Max's, The Place for Dessert, We had our space at B&B for an hour, so at 10pm we had to pull out. I thought we were going to go dancing, but it was explained to me later that it would be embarassing to show up at a dance club that early.
Really? interesting. Clearly not my scene.
So we cooled our heals at Max's where some ordered dessert, some got the Guinness Martini (which got rave reviews) and I got a cosmo... frankly, I love fruity flavored drinks, so it was perfect. After we waited and drank and ate for long enough to NOT embarrass ourselves by showing up too early, we went next store to Ruby Skye.
the club
The line for Ruby Skye was long. Really long. Our fearless bride hauled a bunch of us to the front where there was a large scary guy. She started to talk some magic talk like "I have 10 hot women and no men." Blah blah blah, and then suddenly she's pulling me forward and gesturing at my chest. Someone in our party (I think it was the fearless bride) flashed me by yanking on my tank top (too bad I wasn't wearing a leopard print bra... too bad I don't OWN a leopart print bra), there was some more talking, think someone flashed some leg, but I lost track of what was said because I busy fixing my top. Our collective hotness passed the test and we jumped the line.
Minutes later we were on the dance floor. Yay! Dance dance dance. The music was just beat and I'd been hoping for something different, but I could feel it in my chest and boogied down. We created the circle of safety on the dance floor, but even so some of the girls were "Dude Magnets". We kept cutting the men out and dragging our wayward team-mates into the circle of trust.
We retired to a smaller dance room. It had a stage. I got challenged. Yes, I ended up on stage. I dragged Alice up with me, though. And shame? Who cares, right? No one will ever know... except I found out later that either the Bride or Blackcat took pictures. oh well. We had a lot of fun. D_Salie and our fearless bride ended up on stage as well. A guy got up there and that's when security stepped in and recalled the loungerie clad dancers from the sidelines and then we were treated to some "professional" dancers.
Anyway, more fun dancing until the wave of fun was overcome by the wave of tired and with ears that were fed up with high volume music. We got out of there after 1am.
******************
I have a few observations on the "club scene".
Darkness: definitely masks looks and hides age.
Loud Music: for one night that was a lot of fun, but trapped there for eternity? It would be hell. In fact, some people seemed tired or barely focused (maybe they were high or drunk?) but they seemed to dance onwards, like they were compelled to move as long as the music was playing and they didn't know how to stop. It was like a strange scene from a sci-fi novel.
Men! They were really grabby. I got groped outside the club while we were waiting to get in as well as several times on the dance floor. What makes them think that they can "see with their hands"? Men! And these guys? Yuck! I feel sorry for young women if this is where they think they have to go to meet men. On the way out there was this guantlet of skanky men outside calling out to women as they headed to the light street corner. What was that about? We speculated that they were hoping to pick up the girls who were too drunk or depressed to know better.
So it was fun and it was interesting to visit a foreign land for a while.
Sunday Sunday Sunday
We celebrated a birthday at Campo d'bocce. And a wonderful time was had. It was a different, relaxed fun from Saturday night and it did not feel like a foreign land.
D_Salie, never one to shirk from a competition, became quite the lioness on the courts, making plays that couldn't be matched. We determined that I have unpredictable jedi mind skills; one of my balls was heading straight for Mr Blackcat's and it litterally went around it as it rolled toward the palino. The gasps and screams of disbelief on our court were immediate. We spent a lot of time chatting, leaning, snacking, strolling, and playing with balls, what could be better? We are definitely going back. In fact, F and I were talking about finding local bocce courts in the Parks to see if we can reserve them and have a BBQ.
In the meantime our kids had their first babysitter who wasn't family. They both requested that F and I go out more and hire the babysitter. LOL. I think it worked out well for all involved.
*(Wildcats = hot older women who are NOT interested in hunting for men, especially not unhousebroken puppies)
There was the Saturday morning bike ride. When I got home I got on the treadmill so I could actually burn some calories (coasting behind Super N didn't do anything for me.)
So.. a night on the town in San Francisco. I had a blast. There are pictures and I have my camera on me, but not the cable of power that connects the camera to the PC.
Everyone got dressed up in her own version of hitting the town and we were hot, if I don't mind saying. Mr Blackcat called us a bunch of Cougars, but we corrected him; we are Wildcats*. Although we all got dressed up, some of us were more "clubby" while some were more classy. I was "clubby" with mini-skirt, platform boots and low cut tank top. This plays a roll in our evening events later on. But on my way to Blackcat's house I had to stop into Safeway for cash... Out of context of the club/bar scene, the outfit wasn't "clubby" it was super slutty and I got stared at by everyone. Oh joy. But I didn't blush, I responded by swaggering. If you're going to wear it, own it.
Dinner at Biscuit and Blues: I had a great salad. Le Chef purchased a few bottles of GOOD champagne. I test drove the mojito and it passed. Sitting and talking with good friends over good food without kids just doesn't happen enough. What I need is for all my friends to work near me so that we can have lunches once a week. (I love my kids, but they require a certain amount of constant "alert" level awareness that prevents me from ever fully relaxing.) I got to sit next to my evil twin.. even got a picture of us taken. We joked with the table next to us - another group of middle-aged adults having a good time. Witty exchanges started to fly back and forth between the tables and more photos were taken by both groups.
Ole!
Drinks at Bourban and Branch: Our party organizer cancelled (illness at home) and there was a goof up with the reservation; they didn't have one for us.
Oh No! How sad! We got ushered to the library. But wait! BlackCat cornered the Host, looked at him over her glasses, and firmly explained to him that this wasn't okay. I think it helps to be small and cute when you do that because I could never have gotten him to do what he did. I didn't actually witness the exchange, although she replayed it for me, but after we waited a few minutes we were ushered to the mezzanine. It was a small enclosure that fit all 10 of us. Yay!
And I had the BEST catch up with Le Chef and Evil Twin. Le Chef and I shared a bourbon flight... swoon. And then we each had absinthe. ... swoon.
Max's, The Place for Dessert, We had our space at B&B for an hour, so at 10pm we had to pull out. I thought we were going to go dancing, but it was explained to me later that it would be embarassing to show up at a dance club that early.
Really? interesting. Clearly not my scene.
So we cooled our heals at Max's where some ordered dessert, some got the Guinness Martini (which got rave reviews) and I got a cosmo... frankly, I love fruity flavored drinks, so it was perfect. After we waited and drank and ate for long enough to NOT embarrass ourselves by showing up too early, we went next store to Ruby Skye.
the club
The line for Ruby Skye was long. Really long. Our fearless bride hauled a bunch of us to the front where there was a large scary guy. She started to talk some magic talk like "I have 10 hot women and no men." Blah blah blah, and then suddenly she's pulling me forward and gesturing at my chest. Someone in our party (I think it was the fearless bride) flashed me by yanking on my tank top (too bad I wasn't wearing a leopard print bra... too bad I don't OWN a leopart print bra), there was some more talking, think someone flashed some leg, but I lost track of what was said because I busy fixing my top. Our collective hotness passed the test and we jumped the line.
Minutes later we were on the dance floor. Yay! Dance dance dance. The music was just beat and I'd been hoping for something different, but I could feel it in my chest and boogied down. We created the circle of safety on the dance floor, but even so some of the girls were "Dude Magnets". We kept cutting the men out and dragging our wayward team-mates into the circle of trust.
We retired to a smaller dance room. It had a stage. I got challenged. Yes, I ended up on stage. I dragged Alice up with me, though. And shame? Who cares, right? No one will ever know... except I found out later that either the Bride or Blackcat took pictures. oh well. We had a lot of fun. D_Salie and our fearless bride ended up on stage as well. A guy got up there and that's when security stepped in and recalled the loungerie clad dancers from the sidelines and then we were treated to some "professional" dancers.
Anyway, more fun dancing until the wave of fun was overcome by the wave of tired and with ears that were fed up with high volume music. We got out of there after 1am.
******************
I have a few observations on the "club scene".
Darkness: definitely masks looks and hides age.
Loud Music: for one night that was a lot of fun, but trapped there for eternity? It would be hell. In fact, some people seemed tired or barely focused (maybe they were high or drunk?) but they seemed to dance onwards, like they were compelled to move as long as the music was playing and they didn't know how to stop. It was like a strange scene from a sci-fi novel.
Men! They were really grabby. I got groped outside the club while we were waiting to get in as well as several times on the dance floor. What makes them think that they can "see with their hands"? Men! And these guys? Yuck! I feel sorry for young women if this is where they think they have to go to meet men. On the way out there was this guantlet of skanky men outside calling out to women as they headed to the light street corner. What was that about? We speculated that they were hoping to pick up the girls who were too drunk or depressed to know better.
So it was fun and it was interesting to visit a foreign land for a while.
Sunday Sunday Sunday
We celebrated a birthday at Campo d'bocce. And a wonderful time was had. It was a different, relaxed fun from Saturday night and it did not feel like a foreign land.
D_Salie, never one to shirk from a competition, became quite the lioness on the courts, making plays that couldn't be matched. We determined that I have unpredictable jedi mind skills; one of my balls was heading straight for Mr Blackcat's and it litterally went around it as it rolled toward the palino. The gasps and screams of disbelief on our court were immediate. We spent a lot of time chatting, leaning, snacking, strolling, and playing with balls, what could be better? We are definitely going back. In fact, F and I were talking about finding local bocce courts in the Parks to see if we can reserve them and have a BBQ.
In the meantime our kids had their first babysitter who wasn't family. They both requested that F and I go out more and hire the babysitter. LOL. I think it worked out well for all involved.
*(Wildcats = hot older women who are NOT interested in hunting for men, especially not unhousebroken puppies)
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Date: 2010-08-11 07:20 pm (UTC)Sounds like you had a great time....you need to get out more!!!!
Looking forward to seeing the pictures!
:^)
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Date: 2010-08-12 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-12 02:24 am (UTC)