Thigh Highs

Looking back on the night out we really could have gotten in trouble. My Girlfriends and I decided to hit a small town and party hard. One of the girls who lived in the small town had set the evening up and all of us were looking forward to it.

The nite started out like most nites do. We had some cocktails, listened to music, and started to get dressed and put our makeup on. I think we were the best looking bitches to hit this town in a while. (at least that’s what we thought after a few strong martinis!)>

We headed out for dinner and then to a local pub. I knew the locals weren’t used to 10 women dressed to the nines and quaffing beer at their local watering hole by the looks we got the second we walked in. The highlight for the locals had to be when we got up on the tables and danced like the party girls we were.

I don’t think the dancing really floored the locals- it was more the fact that we were all wearing really short dresses and Carrie was wearing thigh-high boots! We have a standing invitation to go to that pub anytime we want.

Anyway we decided to move over to the dance club in town. (I’m not sure if it’s the only one in that town). There is nothing better than being tipsy and dancing your ass off to some really good music. We owned the dance floor. Nevermind that most of the people on the dance floor were wearing fleece plaid shirts and had heinous hair cuts- we were the dancing queens that nite.

It must have been around 1:30am when the group decided to separate. The partier’s were going to find some more fun and the boring ones were going to go back to the hotel to get some sleep. I was amongst the borings. To bed I went.

The next morning I was desperate for McDonalds (to cure the hang over) but had to wait until everyone woke up. I had a shower and talked to my girlfriends as they woke up. I learned that Laura (I was sharing a room with her) had answered the phone at 4:30am. Two of our party had been the hard core party group and continued on and had locked themselves out of the hotel room. Laura had tried to wait up for them but had taken a sleeping pill and couldn’t keep awake to open the door for them. Laura did manage to let someone else know the two were coming back and needed to be let into the room.  (I don’t know about you but one of my fears in life is to find a dead person in the bed next to mine) I couldn’t believe Laura had had a drink  and then took a sleeping pill. (read the pill bottle! don't drink and take sleep aids) My worst fear could have been realized! (I ‘ll make sure I am sharing a room with someone who doesn’t need a sleep aid next time)

The hardcore partiers had found their fun too. Some local men had asked the two of them to go to the park and smoke (I'm not sure what) with them. I guess they had a good laugh because when these guys asked my crew to go to a house party they agreed. There were three men and my two girlfriends in the car. They started driving out of town and were heading to god knows where? I guess my girlfriends were the first to see the flashing lights behind them. The police pulled the car over. To make a long story short-the driver was charged with DUI. (don't get in cars with people you don't know and DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!)  One of the friends decided to take over driving and the entire car watched as the police car drove away with one of their friends. The group decided to go to one of their houses and skip the house party. By now my girlfriends were about twenty minutes outside of town and had no way to get back to the hotel.

Eventually they walked into the house and were greeted (not very warmly) by a woman in a robe knitting up a storm. I guess one of the guys was going to be in trouble with her. Anyway-the hardcore’s called a cab, managed to wake Lori out of her barbituate stupor and get back into the hotel. Hearing what happened after I went to bed did scare me a bit. But I guess all’s well that ends well. Would I party in that small town again? Hell yeah. I just have to make sure the cocktails are ready to go and I look good…