Night out with the Moms
We arrive at The Cruise Room Bar that was near the Union Station downtown located at the Oxford Hotel. This bar was small, intimate and known for their martinis and unique décor. Amber was a sucker for a good martini and according to yelp, this was the place to go. We walk into the bar looked around to find a spot to sit when we see Amber’s friend Lindsay already there with another girl waving her hand with excitement at us. I turn my face to Amber raising my eyebrow, “Really? This chick looks like she hasn’t left her house in months…look at the way she is waving at us.”
“Emma be nice, she’s just excited okay? It’s going to be fun.” I didn’t believe Amber for one minute, but here I was stuck with three moms, pricey menu, and no car. As much as I wasn’t thrilled about my situation it was better than hanging with Aunt Irene. I follow Amber to the table that Lindsay was at; once we got to the table we all greeted each other and asked how each of us knows one another with giving a little bit of background information about us.
Only fifteen minutes into the night and it was a complete bore…I knew this was a bad idea inviting these “moms,” we had nothing in common. Finally, our waiter comes to our table to take our orders, “Can I get four shots of vodka with a side of Red Bull?” To my surprise its Lindsay that orders this request, I was expecting a round of the house white wine or a martini from the girl. “Hope all you ladies like vodka? No harm in spicing up the night, I mean the night is young and no offense but this conversation is like dried biscuits, you want to indulge in but they are tasteless and burnt as hell.” Lindsay says with her southern accent and a nervous face. Lindsay was right this girl’s night was like dried biscuits, which made me wish I was anywhere but here, even though I wasn’t excited about Lindsay’s order of Vodka and Red bull due to my college days and the countless times I threw up off of this combination I was ready to live it up a little.
We were forty-five minutes into the night when things begin to shift within our group. Amber, Lindsay, and her friend begin to morph into rebellious drunken carefree single beings ready for any adventure that came their way, starting with Lindsay’s friend that was hitting on our waiter telling him she was thinking of getting a boob job. Right at that point I suddenly started to feel responsible for these women, probably because I used to these nights, unlike them. As the more drinks were ordered the more each of the ladies let their guards down feeling as we have all been best friends for life. “You know I sure do love being a mom and all but sometimes I feel like I’m losing my cornflakes, I want to do something for myself like get my nose pierced!” Lindsay shouts as she pops off her stool then falls to the floor. All three of the moms including Amber all cheer on Lindsay’s idea of getting her nose pierced, “Shot, shot, nose pierce, nose pierce!”
I pull Amber aside to knock some sense into her. “Amber, help me here Lindsay can’t get her nose pierced she looks like an older version from the little Debbie snacks and she has a southern accent…it doesn’t fit!” Amber’s face started turning green when suddenly all the vodka shots that Amber had consumed were now covering my shoes. “I’m sorry…..I don’t feel good.” I needed to gather this group before any more shots arrived at our table or Lindsay heads to a piercing shop, I dial us up an Uber then round up the heard.
As we stand outside the Oxford Hotel in the pouring rain waiting for our Uber ride a car pulls up to us, at first I think it could be an undercover cop about to yell at our drunken asses but then the window slowly rolls down with no badge insight. “Emma? What are you doing out here in this rain? Get in I can give you a ride.”
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