Ladies Night Out

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I often hear about ladies going for a “ladies’ night out”. My mind automatically goes to movie scenes of 30 and 40-something women trying to squeeze themselves into their teenage daughters’ jeans and wearing tops that show cleavage that was in its prime during the Clinton Administration. They are waving dollar bills at male dancers who could almost be their sons, or at least their nephews.

That’s not how I really want to spend my time, so I often shy away from any kind of “ladies’ night out” that seems like it will go in that direction.

But, I am also not someone whose idea of a wild time is bringing two different projects to her knitting group.

So, when a friend insisted I join her for a ladies night out/happy hour this week, I decided, ‘What the heck? I need a night away’.

The group was a bunch of moms from my son’s first grade class. We met at a local Italian restaurant, had a few appetizers, a couple of drinks, and great conversation. I didn’t know many of them very well when I got there. But by the end of the evening, I felt like I had a new circle of friends. I am so thankful for my friend who insisted I join them.

(Now this is going to sound like a paid advertisement, but I promise you it is not.) One of the things that made it so enjoyable was the atmosphere. The restaurant (Piero’s Corner) had plenty of room in their bar area to accommodate our group and our waiter was a very polite young man. When my first drink did not taste as I thought it should, he apologetically took it back and replaced it with a different one. (I know this is standard practice, but I have had waiters at other places act insulted and annoyed when I have had this issue, so I was impressed by his attitude.)

The atmosphere was warm and inviting, there was not loud music which keeps people from having good conversations, and the food was excellent. I had a “pizzette” with Gorgonzola and caramelized onions. (Normally it comes with bacon, but I was being a good little Catholic on this Friday during Lent.)

Anyway, I had a wonderful time last night and it did not involve and middle-age bull-riding or other loss of dignity. I am so thankful for my friend who pulled me out of my shell.

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