Blue Light Attraction

The night is already late, I've been ready to go for hours, but still nothing to wear. Nothing but my new boots the key, and inspiration of the night. I'm not going out and wearing my boots; I'm going out for my boots ::warped? if you haven't gotten that yet please keep reading:: Black knee high stilettos, a boot that girls and guys alike can appreciate. A girl puts them on and she is transformed into a women, in control, confident, and......sexy. Every guys secret dream or maybe not so secret, even the strongest, most confident guys dreams of a girl that has it together and isn't afraid to show it.

::Enter My Boots:: They are the deathly blue light to any guy that might try and flutter by. Don't fight it come right over, 'Oh, whats that my boots? Oh, why thank you' ZAP another one bites the dust, stay out of my personal bubble with you're game throwing self.

Black is the color of the night, C takes to calling me Cat Women for the duration. I catch a glance of myself while walking down the street, the nickname seems to be quite fitting. But this part of the story has come about a little early... The night really starts with me waiting by myself until C and friend show up. A seemingly easy target, defenseless at the bar. Want to take a peek at my blue light? The first attempt a guy with two friends, note to all guys out there you can only hit on a girl if the group is equal numbers. Frankly I want no part of the freaky foursome you've been talking about all night.

::next please::

Old....I wasn't sure if he was lost, or really just a creepy man at the bar. Not my night he was as creepy as they come. But my first question, why me? In what place would the super hot girl at the bar want to talk with Cardiac Express unless he was flashing a Black card, even still not my type. A little small chat, don't want him to die in front of me from my direct disgust of his general presence. ZAP or would the term be CLEAR. I caught myself a little testy tonight, how about a martini remedy.

::next please::

Right on cue drunk young guy who's been here way to long, staring at me even longer. Suddenly he stand, apparently to make room for the sudden balls hes just grown. 'Come here ofter?' Yes girls that's right, I wasn't sure whether to laugh in his face or pull the string a little more to see how fast his ship would sink. 'Why, Yes I do. But I have to admit I've never seen you before.' 'I normally come with a group of friends.' 'Oh, is that so... How about you go find those friends, because I am not one of them.' ZAP three for three and only half way through my drink.

Lets get a few things straight I don't enjoy turning guys down, I feel bad about it most of the time. While I have a nice little mean streak, it's really not where I get my jollies. I feel that when I'm minding my own business in the Starbucks line and you feel the need to talk to me before the coffee hits my lips, then what ever wrath you are about to get you deserve.

C and company arrive just in time for a shot and move to the next spot. Current was new this summer to the Constitution Ave and 18th St crawl of clubs. Taking over for Dragonfly some of the owners from Fly decided to open another themed club. This one, you guessed is after water. The outside of the building is lit with Blue spotlights, the interior has definitely been upgraded since its former life but nothing too impressive. A small lower level bar, but the larger bar and DJ reside upstairs. There is an area for table service, but most of the upstairs is a dance floor. After our first round of drinks we find ourselves taking over the dance floor and attention of most who roam. A friend once said to me in almost a question, 'It's like you go to be seen.' My reply, I don't have to go out to be seen, but the day I walk into a room and don't turn heads, I'll know why other girls try so hard.

We exhaust ourselves, laughing and dancing. Coats on and buttoned up tight as we step into a bitter winter of fluttering snowflakes. The city so alive, some ending their nights, some just starting, all greatly influenced by the city and what it has to give.

Just watch out for that Blue Light.

-n

Photo Taken at the Lincoln Memorial

Mind Sex

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Take That x 3

We're laid out on the guests bed trying to get the energy to do something. How about one drink then a movie? or Start with a drink and some dinner, then go dance? I suggest, as C is in a close to comatose state next to me at this point shes all but drooling on the pillow. I know if we don't go out we'll be disappointed in the morning.

An hour later the debating on what to do is done, I turn the music up and we dance during getting wardrobe and makeup on. Quick shot and we're on our way ::destination still unknown:: We walk to a familiar spot, where we know friends will be, text in advance have guaranteed us a good crowd and once we're inside we find it was busy. Which is great for people watching, conveniently what we're in the mood for. We nestle in at the bar with two Organic Pomegranate Martinis, complete with Blueberry garnish ::going for the full anti-oxidant effect::

A couple moves in next to the right of us, dressed to the nines this is not their first stop. She's in love, the get a room kind, light kisses on the cheek here and there become a nibble on the ear, soon to be a suck on the neck. When they first arrive he's just as into her, but then he looks over his shoulder and gets a glance of me... The double take tells me he's looking for more than a glance. No polite smile is given from my side, normally the accidental eye contact is always greeted with a smile, but not when your with someone. One look fine, but don't have mind sex with me, while your women is dry humping your leg.

To our left are a couple of guys, commenting on how great it is to get out, 'It's been so long.' Followed by what are we getting into tonight, I don't know man I'm up for anything.

The conversation took a strange turn into how's your fiance? This only after the first couple of girls they tried to buy drinks turned them down. C and I look at each other, we're having our own conversation but are both listening to theirs, a quick laugh is exchanged. Guys can be such jerks, operative word can be not always are. I'm not a guys basher don't worry, actually quite the opposite I hate nothing more than to see a poor guy get taken advantage of ::unless he's really asking for it::

Our second round we switch it up, Tall White Russian for me, Vodka Tonic for C. After last weeks episode, light chiding was expected from the guys. We took it and gave just as bad. Out of nowhere a tap on the shoulder ::who the hell is in my personal bubble:: Instead of a pickup line, we received an invitation. Your friend, he points, wants to invite you out I'll be your driver, another point, but this time its in the direction of Excursion limo, but the the hitch. We're going to the Russia House. Oh, zing I felt that one right down my spine... 'Thanks, but we're not going to the Russia House tonight.' Laughs erupt from my friend, and he gets the evil eye from me across the room. Every ones a f*cking comedian, after a few laughs at my expense. I notice C has taken special interest in a particular Bartender, a surprising choice to me. But she takes it a step further to prove how hot she finds him,

'I would eat him up, I'd pull his pants off and say take that, take that, take that!'

The shock of the words hit me so fast I was cracking up, of course multiple people around heard her going on, including a fellow bartender. His puzzled look said he was scared yet intrigued all the same shot. Just then the 'Chosen' bartender comes to find out what the sudden laughter is all about. With a devilish need to rock the boat, I tell him C was expressing her feeling about your sexiness. With out skipping a beat he picks up a piece of Mango garnish and take the most seductive bite I've seen all night. Then C serves up her own punishment asking for a tour of his tattoos, most of which are not visible unless clothing is removed. Hot and bothered she decides she needs a break. Back to us and our plans to take over the world. Well maybe just Miami or NYC we can't quite decide where we want to go.

C takes her leave but only after making a close friend promise to walk me to my car. This place is like a second home, I could be content there alone or with fifty of my closest. I finish the night with a spicy glass of red and a chocolate croissant and smile to myself what a silly night, we could have stayed home and had the same fun, but at this moment I'm content with the choice.

The night will always be worth the tag line of the week, Take that x 3.

-n

Photo of the Washington Monument from the Lincoln

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