Our group - all 30 and over, more than half mothers and one with another baby on the way- should have used our years of wisdom at the end of dinner to just call it a night...or perhaps just order dessert at our quiet, comfortable table.
But we were in the city, afterall, and wanted to live it up. What would the Real Housewives do? So off we went to the top of the W hotel for drinks + dessert at P.O.V.
Sassy girls behind the rope
The velvet ropes that kept those who weren't on the list from even nearing the elevator should have been our first clue. Though we did not have on scantily clad clothes, we did have a reservation and eventually made it inside the club.
On the other side of the ropes, though, we were just out of place. 0ur insightful conversations on things like how to wear jeggings and where to buy the cheapest pregnancy tests could not continue over the base of the D.J. - to whom we were "seated" as closely as possible. Because there was no table - just a few trendy chairs and some flashing lights and lots of men in sweaters (think Andy from The Office) grinding around us to Party in the USA we couldn't even pass around the desserts we did order to share. At least there was Miley...and amusing people watching.
The per-person minumum once inside the bar kept us there for one round where we shouted to each other about how we couldn't wait to get home and in to our pajamas for the comfy, slumber party portion of our girls' night. Then, like good tourists we shamelessly snapped some pictures and took in the rooftop views.
Sometimes it takes a peak at how the fabulous play to make one appreciate the simple life. And it takes seeing a picture of yourself with lipstick on your chin to accept...yep, that's how grannies roll.
We decided that our next big outing will be a chocolate candy making class in the 'burbs. Stay tuned for pictures of lipstick AND chocolate on my face. Sigh.
Still, we had a really great time, and the nightcap at P.O.V. made it an especially monumental girls' night...