Girls In The City

More often than not you see a group, we'll call that four or more of girls out in the city and it's always the same thing "Woooo hooo! Shots! Where doin' it up!" But if you really listen to the message it's 'Yes, there are only girls in our group, but we wish there were guys and hopefully we'll get picked up tonight.'

When did this happen?!
When did the time of women going out to have a chill time end?

Of course there is always the group that is attempting to have a 'Girls Night' that is always spoiled by some guys who insist that this is what you're out for ::Paper bag please::

We started our night at Circa in Dupont, the crowed is always pretty good, good looking at least. Even mix of guys and girls which is always a plus, there is nothing worst than walking into a big ol' sausage fest for girls or guys. Circa, relatively new to the Dupont scene, has quickly become a neighborhood favorite. The bartenders are friendly, approachable and quick to remember a regular face. The restaurant itself not very large, but if you are lucky enough to snag a spot at the bar it is definitely worth it. Circa has a elaborate wine list with favorites such as Sparkling Shiraz and fun infused vodkas for their specialty cocktails. Large TVs adorn both main walls playing news, and sports during happy hour and correlating music videos later in the evening.

I'm greeted by one of the many favorite bartenders, this time instead of being late I arrive ahead of C he sees me and points to two seats in the middle of the bar ::my lucky night:: Another nice thing about a seat at the bar oppose to the middle table is the staff behind the bar doubles as a show. Hellos aside, everyone is interested in who I might be saving the seat for, their happy as long as its not a guy. I start with a Lattetini, might as well get my caffeine fix right away. To my left are a couple of guys kind of quite, my first thought is gay but who knows. If they are gay I'm immediately excited, maybe my search for a GBF is over?! To my right is a larger group of young people, they've been here for a while or maybe they're loud all the time who knows. C arrives after forty-five minutes of trying to park and one martini for me.

'Better catch up, it's no fun being tipsy alone.'

She starts with my normal trade mark of Sparkling Shiraz

::one try you're addicted::
and a specialty pizza, Chicken and Artichoke heart I believe. C, a vibrant and confident women takes the attention of the bar upon entrance and to my surprise the once assumed couple to my left takes notice as well. Who would have thought? Greetings are exchanged and possibly a shot, but let's not get hung up on details. We speak of DC vs. VA vs. MD, each claiming home town as our favorites. Out number by residence of the newly donned Blue state of VA wins the conversation. A surprisingly witty banter is exchanged, in which we all take part more or less. One of the guys could definitely be consider the 'quite' one, but that's not a problem the two of us speak enough for everyone. Our girls night plan was to start at Circa for a drink and move on, but as the lights are turned up and everyone is forced to shield their eyes we realize the night, at this location at least, is over.

So the logical next step, go home. ::never::

On my bright suggestion the group moves to another venue, a later night, much darker venue.

The Russia House, also in Dupont is the destination now. The guys go ahead of us, so we say our goodbyes. With lite objections from some, 'You're meeting up with those guys?'. The statement was really made with more surprise than anything, the normally unbreakable duo, meeting up? What was happening? We were bored, a boredom that doesn't come along all the time but when it does something better entertain us!

Our unlikely new friends are placed expectantly in a dark corner of the main floor bar. Russia House is a row house converted into a modern day Russian Mafia hang out. With a not to disappoint Vodka list and very authentic Russian staff, heavy dark drapes on the windows and heavy antique furniture to go with, you take a step back in time. This is also one of my favorite winter spots because all of the walls have fireplaces, cozy and dark what more could you want on a cold Dec night, oh yes the Vodka ::complete::

So my bold and beautiful C has picked quite guy, and boy has he risen to the occasion. By the time I order our drinks Starka on the rocks, his tongue has manged to get all the way down her throat. Guy number 1, looks to me 'Now I know why the waitress gave me such a weird look, we didn't order our Vodka straight.' Yup that's why, at the Russia house if you brave the Vodka list there is only one way to do it... We chat the night away, C is given a though oral check and I have had almost all the complements I can take on my favorite green stilettos.

Not keeping up with the others, my haze is not quite as thick and I see the need to end the night. C its late we should go, don't you think? When really I mean this guys is sooo boring lets find something different to play with. Panic reaches the guys faces, as we stand. We'll go too ::great:: As we step out of the Russia house we're met with a brisk fall night and somehow in that night C has decided to drop her new 'friend' off at his house. Which, of course leaves me to drop of friend number 1 at his house. You have never seen a better use of divide and conquer. As I use the whole walk to the car to convince her that his house is out of her way, she hops in her car and the famous last words of the night are...

'Don't worry I got this!'

My mind races for a way to stop this, but then the thought comes to me. She is a big girl and we were bored... Everyone deserves a pass. Luckily for me guy 1 lives a couple of blocks away and his sad attempt to find a reason that I should see his headboard don't have time to get worse. I stop the car oppose to parking it and say goodbye. One last attempt, 'I really enjoyed tonight, this was so much fun we should as least trade numbers.' Sure sounds great whats your number I will put it right in my phone, with all the other numbers that I don't plan on saving once you step out of my car. ::girls are so cruel:: Finally home, I call C to make sure her drop went as planned, of course not... 'What you're changing?! Changing into what?! He's there?!'. After that the drunken slurs were to much to sift through. I fall asleep...

Ugh, clock 9:30a no wait damn time change 8:30a must call C. I dial and hold my breath as I wait, she answers and the breath is let out into uncontrollable laughter. Are you alive?! A tandem question. I'm home and well behaved, what happened to you? I'll save the real grit and give the review. C took home 'quite guy' after lots of kissing they fell asleep, well she fell asleep. And it seems quite guy had a sweet streak, he got her a blanket, put a pillow under her head and tucked her in. Then left...well we don't really know what happened but he wasn't there.

We met later for lunch and the uncontrollable laughter continued, a night that well what can I say. Definitely blog worthy.

-n