Please Don't Make Me Sit With the Women
Not too long ago I went to a poker game with my BF. It was at his uncle's and aunt's house. All the guys brought their wives or girlfriends. I was mortified at the thought of having to sit in the den with the women talking about what cabinet knobs to put in the new kitchen or how well that new detergent gets out ink stains - ARGH. "Please don't make me sit with the women", was my fervent plea.
Thankfully, I was welcome at the 'grown ups' table with the big boys smoking their cigars and drinking whiskey all for the small price of a little waitressing, a low cut blouse and hot mini skirt.
I'm always more at home with the guys, but did have a twinge of guilt for being anti-social to the older ladies in the other room. Though I am proud I made it in there a few times to compliment their casseroles and goo goo over their puppy dog outfits..... Somehow I struck the right balance that night.
MY KIND OF GIRL PARTY: