Freak Show Friday: Did you put your college party panties on?

Last Tuesday night on a whim, Grunt and I decided to see if our babysitter was available for Saturday night. It had been far too long since we’d gone out. Mama and Daddy needed a break, a drink and conversation that didn’t revolve around Shimmer and Shine from the Nick Jr. channel.

Lucky for us, she was available. I immediately started gathering the forces. 

As I was getting ready that Saturday, Nicky called and asked if I had my “college party panties on.” Seeing as how I was married to my first husband throughout my college years, it took me a minute to realize that the college party panties he was speaking of were actually a state of mind. In other words, was I ready to party like we were in college again? 

Yes, the panties were on. 

I then took the phone to Grunt so Nicky could prep him, but he was taking what he later called his “college pre-party nap.” 

It was then, that I became slightly worried as to where this night would take us. 

We started off with dinner at a local establishment called Clyde’s. They sat our party of seven at two leather chesterfield couches across from one another with a coffee table in the middle. Now at first, these were very cozy and laid back. I even considered kicking off my boots and curling my feet up right there on that sofa. I refrained though. 

Then our food came.

What you don’t realize about those couches is that they aren’t so comfortable to eat at. Your food is on a coffee table in front of you and bending over so many damn times to take a bite, all the while being in tight faux leather pants wasn’t exactly comfortable. I finally threw in the towel, pulled my shirt down over the front of my pants and unbuttoned my pants to get some relief from the bloatedness that all the bending over and eating had caused. 

There is no doubt in my mind that right there knocked me out of the college party worthy category. It was like Thanksgiving dinner up in the Clyde’s, but no stretchy pants in sight to provide relief. I improvised and am not ashamed to admit it. 

And yes, I did remember to button my pants when I got up.

After dinner, we went to a dance club in town. Not a techno, hip-hop club though. We’re aren’t that hip. We went to a place where they play music from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. We’re partial to those eras of music. We were even the first ones at the door to get in. Because we’re old and ate dinner early, and the club hadn’t opened yet. Take that college party panties – first ones through the door! 

As always, Jason was king of the dance floor…until there was a celebrity sighting. 

The Donald. 

Apparently, Mr. Trump was having a rough weekend and needed to dance his troubles away too. I heard him mutter something about fake music when Madonna and Cher came on, but that’s all I know about that.

We ended our night at Rob’s. 

Because where else can you find a dog in a bar?

Have a fantastic weekend and remember to put your college party panties on. 

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