Last night Steve called me at around 9:30pm to say “Get ready, we’re going out!”

So I did, and we did. We went to Q’s for some drinks and dancing. I think it’s been a few months since we’ve gone downtown, although this time it was just the two of us.

We danced and had a couple drinks—I introduced him to the amaretto sour, which those of you who have had it will know it’s one of the less-alcohol-tasting drinks, and who doesn’t like that?

On a side note, apparently red isn’t the in color this season. I wore this red shirt of mine which shows off some cleavage (cleavage being a required element of any female club-goer’s attire), and Steve noticed that I was the only one wearing that color. I was not the only one with cleavage, however. There was a girl wearing a shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and one who looked like a naughty nurse or something, but oh well.

We were also amused by the crazy guy dancers. There was the older guy who was SO excited when Michael Jackson’s “Billy Jean” came on, as well as the guy who made the most crazy, exaggerated movements while dancing with a girl. Today he’s probably wondering why his neck is sore…

It was a fun, unexpected night—it’s always nice to go out with him.

Posted at 4:23 PM |