Ow… my head hurts…where is the hungover smiley?
I can't speak for everyone but I had a FABULOUS time on our first West Side Moms Moms Night Out
Due to an oversight on my part, we were informed that they probably would not be able to seat us all for dinner together. The hostess was quite harried. I didn't count on the Elbo room being closed and somehow forgot this was not only a Friday night, but a holiday Friday night. So, we sat around, and headed to Jack Quinn's which – 30 minutes earlier – had no wait for tables. They said they could seat 4 of us immediately, and the rest could wait for another table to open up, probably not near the original table.
*I* had this craving for sliders from The Ritz, so 8 (Megan, Jen, Lisa, Birgit, Dani, Amber, Johanna, Jamie) stayed at Jack Quinn's and 4 of us (Tiffany, Michelle, Candy and I) went back to The Ritz. We told the hostess there were only four of us now, and she told us, I can now seat all of you. So I called over to Jack Quinn's to find out they could also seat all of us. We each stayed at our respective restaurants with plans to meet up after dinner.
I had my sliders (little cheeseburgers served with au jus) and artichoke dip. We had a round of cocktails after dinner, then headed out to meet with the other ladies.
Perfect timing…they were coming to meet us. After a very quick bit of chatting – it was VERY cold – we decided to try out Eden, the new nightclub next to the post office.
Well, I got there, and realized I must have left my ID at The Ritz. So, I ran back there, found it UNDER the table in the booth where we had dinner, and ran back. Needless to say, I lost my buzz from that first martini. A 2nd one should fix that!
Eden was – dare I say? off the hook It was like we were transported out of Colorado Springs into a big city bar. A round of drinks there, soaking in the culture, eyeing the VIP lounge, scantily clad wait staff and dancers, as well as the international clientele…
Then we were off to The Underground, with the promise of karaoke and 80s music.
History aside: I met my husband at The Underground back in April 1992.
The Underground gave us a deal on the cover charge – normally $5 per person, they let 10 of us in for $25! Half price! First stop, the dance floor – which was empty, but the music was good (it was hip hop, NOT 80s music) and a group of us danced our little hearts out for a while. Then upstairs to the karaoke room!
After a bit of confusion from the wait staff about what ingredients are in a margarita ?! We settled in to enjoy our local would-be American Idols – with a distinctive alternative rock/ heavy metal slant. I sang my rendition of "I Touch Myself" by The DiVinyls.
At midnight, I was pleased by the karaoke host getting the crowd to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. A nice young man, Bill, bought me a shot of Jameson and a bottle of Fat Tire.
A few songs later and Megan and Jen took the stage for an enthusiastic version of "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. Okay, you could only really hear Megan. She was INSPIRATIONAL! Dani even jumped in for a little vocal support. I ended my karaoke night with "I Know What Boys Like" by The Waitresses – fun!
One more stop, we can't quit now! Just four left, Michelle, Megan, Jen and I headed towards Rum Bay. It was nearly closing time and Rum Bay wanted to charge us full cover charge?! No way. So, we went over to the V Bar for a last call martini. Megan's super strong Bananarama and my super chocolately Double Dutch Bus were a fine way to end our first West Side Moms Night Out! We caught our respective cabs at The Antlers and headed home, drunk and giggly.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Although I think there MAY be pictures…
Yes, definitely again in March. I'm making this a quarterly event. Because, damn it, we deserve it! We actually deserve more, but that's all my wallet and low alcohol tolerance can withstand.