Diva-tini

I'm running late and while this story may start like many others, it's definitely it's own unique adventure. I drive through the city rain sprinkling my windshield, coordinating the dream team. C and AA are the players tonight, I've got AA on the phone and I'm getting text from C all while putting out timing and locations...oh and driving pesky driving. AA is in need of serious motivation, after selecting her outfit via photographic memory and giving a good pep-talk she's on her way. C was already in the city so she is ready to p.a.r.t.y however the text I get from her tells me she is not in the 'kick ass' mind set I need from her. After I beep over to another line on the phone and say goodbye to AA I check the text from C.
"I'm here, but this place is packed."
When ever I'm the first there, I secure seats and have every ones drinks waiting for them. So my reply,
Better get some seats.
Simple and to the point. While I continue my conversation on the phone, I grumble something about seats. When asked to repeat I say 'She never gets seats, well I'm gonna scare some outta her.' Few moments later I'm downtown looking for parking, with my new little car I score a nice spot close to the meet. Convenient cause it's still sprinkling a little and I don't have an umbrella. I finish my phone call, make promises to bring the dream team around to visit a few mentioned venues.
I step out into a surprisingly cold night for as early in the season as it is, the rain promising to make my hair wild. A cute couple sits on a the stairs close to my car enjoying the rain from under their umbrella, I smile to myself as the scene brings me back to my own memories. Once inside the deep red velvet curtains are up, which tells me the cold seasons are upon us, rounding the corner and stripping off my scarf I realize it is indeed very busy. But to my delight C has successfully gotten us two seats up front and personal at the bar. I laugh as I glide into my seat and she looks immediately protective, as she assumes I'm some whore trying to steal the seat she has worked oh so hard for. She recognizes me and laughs with me as the comfort sinks back into her shoulders. "Good job." I tel her, she says back in her dramatic tone. "When I saw that text, I started pushing bitches off the bar!" I crack up laughing, which simultaneous announces my arrival, heads turn and I'm quickly served with my favorite sparkling shiraz...the night has officially begun. I relay to C the few stops we have to make and that we're waiting for AA as usual. Meeting and greeting, C and I make all kinds of new friends, some nice and some creepy. When out of no where a 'random' latches on to C, she is buzzed therefore amused, so the shots start and while I have no patience for him, a shot seems to hit my seat every time. By the time I'm able to guide AA, C and I are toastie, very-very toastie. AA arrives we do one last shot to get us through the walk down to Midtown and we're out the door.

The rain has eased up a little making it a much less pain filled walk. As we walk three in a row, a group of four in a row approaches. In passing my shoulder is clipped, being the irritable one of the bunch I would generally never let an opportunity like that go, but being pre-occupied on my phone I keep walking. AA notices and decides a comment is in need "Drunk bitches!" she screams down the sidewalk and at that moment all the background noise of the street dies out, so the comments targets hear it loud and clear. One girl twirls around with an always classy "I know you're not talking to us!" . That was all C and AA needed to dive in angry clawing fist first, I grab AA around the waist as she twirls past my side and effectively hold back the first wave of attacks, while clearly struggling in my four inch heels I see C go for the girls and the girls coming back towards us. All the while thinking to myself, this is how the night ends we're all going to jail, cause there is no way I'm letting these bitches get a heads up on us! Right where I'm still trying to stop AA a few bouncers in a nearby stoop notice my struggle, they hop up to stop C with the convincing line of "You're too pretty to fight, look at that cute face!" The hilarity in the line is enough to get the girls to settle, but they still want to fight. We keep walking, the trash talk continues...but all the same we're on our way again. As we walk I'm still on the phone and the only line that comes to mind is the one that I have to tweet out immediately
"My bitches were going to kick those bitches ass! There were going to fight for me!"
While there were a few more stops in the night, nothing can top that...so I save the rest for another time.

-n