GIRLS NIGHT OUT

So this last Saturday me and all my girlfriends decided that we should have a "GIRLS NIGHT OUT!" The best part about our girls night out was that we could go crazy because all our husbands were all home asleep or watching sports center. Sports center is a boring show because it's about sports and we don't like sports because we're women. Anyways, first we all went out to this fancy Italian place called "Johnny's Ristorante," you know that one up north on Aurora and 87th, right next to Al's Hardware and Rite Aid? Anyway, it was REALLY good. I was really proud of myself for ordering one of the best dishes the place has: the "ravioli alla toscano." The waiter himself, who was this darling and handsome young man named "David," said it was his favorite. Sharon's dish, a "chicken marsala con parmiggiano" was also nice, but not as good as mine. Also, you could tell it was a fancy place because everything on the menu had italian names, and you had to look at the description to find out what it was. Anyway, after we finished our meals, we all had a few margaritas and headed out to this exclusive new "club" that Darcy had heard about.
The club was called "Club Fever," and let me tell you, it was an appropriate name, because from the minute I stepped in the door, I felt as if I was possessed. Why else would I have let myself enjoy those complimentary cosmopolitans served by the tan young bartender? Why else would I have danced so much? Honey, let me tell you, I was possessed to DANCE! I danced so hard I bet I raised my internal temperature to dangerous and even pernicious heights! My hips shook more than they had in the past forty years combined! When I got home, I prayed for an extra twenty minutes in hopes that the lesser (yet still dangerous!) demons that had surely infiltrated my soul might be excised.
Here we are a few minutes after arriving at "Club Fever."
So. "Club Fever" was really "happening." I think it was even extra busy that night, because there really wasn't a whole lot of room to dance! I was kind of uncomfortable because I don't really believe in touching other people, let alone other men, besides my husband (who I love to fuck) and my kids. Kelly, on the other hand (she's a bit of a slut), was really enjoying herself and hit it off with this guy named "Paul." I'll forgive Kelly for being such a fucking whore because she really was drunk (poor thing) and she doesn't have a boyfriend right now, so her behavior was kind of excusable. Anyways, here is a picture of Kelly and "Paul" "dancing" (that isn't dancing if you ask me) at "Club Fever."

By now it was almost 10:30, and a "younger crowd" were starting to show up. For the most part, the crowd was "hipper," "louder," and "less white." Despite all the younger people showing up, I still felt like I could hold my own on the dance floor (I can really shake my ass if I need to: it's how Todd first noticed me when we met back in 1978). When things were really heating up (they don't call it "Club Fever" for nothing!) a really super dance couple went on this kind of "stage" thing and performed for everybody. It was just a blast! The boy's name was "Jason" I think and the girl's name was something exotic or hispanic maybe, like "Catalina" or something ridiculous like that. Anyways, "Cartelita" or whatever was kind of skanky, but Jason was just TERRIFIC! Those two were quite the couple, but I'd be lying if I said that I never imagined myself in "Cantina's" place, wrapped up in Jason's muscular, confident arms, his sweaty, firm chest pressed tight against my heaving bosom (but keep in mind that I was possessed by demons)! Here they are.

After they performed, a new dj came on and started playing this awful noisy electric music that had all the "young" "kids" going just wild. Needless to say, I headed back to the bar with Leslie to have a few drinks, and while we were there, we met these lovely young men. They said they were performing later that night at another "club" and that we should come see them and that afterwords there was going to be an "afterparty." I was pretty tempted (and drunk!), but by this point I was just about pooped and ready to head home. I did manage to get a picture of the boys just in case they were famous music stars or something before I left!
Even though they were so young and funny and charming, I really had to get out of there because the dj was terrible. Also, he looked stupid.
If you want to see a website of real djs, ones who can get the crowd on their feet and some asses shaking, check out the website for my favorite dj-ing agency. You can see the website
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By now it was about midnight, so drunk and giddy, all me and my girls decided that it was time for GIRLS NIGHT OUT to draw to a close. Sharon gave me a ride home in her nice new toyota and when I got home, Todd and I had a nice fuck. Then I prayed, pooped, and went to sleep.

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GURLZ NITE ACHT
KELLY IS A SLUT!