A couple girlfriends from high school and I have developed a bit of a weekly "girls night" in which we hit up this local restaurant on Wednesday nights for their half-price martini's. And dinner. But mainly martini's. Because, really, what better way to celebrate hump day than a round of flirtini's.
(I feel like you guys are going to start thinking I have a drinking problem.)
One of our comrades was MIA last night, so Casefacestunna and I decide to shake things up a bit.
Enter: local country bar.
Enter: ladies night.
Enter: line dancing lessons.
Enter: a few Jack & cokes first.
Then we two-stepped our suburban-wishing-we-were-country booties off to VIC's Wobble.
And suddenly half-price martini's have got nothin on the new Wednesday night ritual.