hennesey's

so saturday night, went out to hennesey's on broadway for some drinks.

imagine 4 girls sitting at a high top table in the corner and 3/4 are all texting throughout the night. me not being one of those as i am too embarrassed to bring out my 2005 samsung, plus i'm not cool enough to text anybody who would text back right away.

so i sat there, sipping my martini, all the while trying not to slip off this high chair, as its leather seats and my cotton tunic are having a sliding party, and my brand new fuck me heels are barely holding onto the chair's leg support. it was quite the body clenching work out trying not to fall off.

as i don't go out often for girly drinks and to be seen by random boys of the city, it was quite the novelty, when the owner came by to treat us with some shots. really, it's b/c he knows one of the girl's, but i like to think from an outsider's observation, it's b/c we looked damn fine and who wouldn't want to buy us drinks?!

seeing as how i was already buzzed or getting there from my 2 martinis i looked upon the shots with trepidation, coyly trying to hide how slightly sloshed i was getting and the fact that i can't drink a shot in one gulp to save my life, i nibbled on some chicken and drank gallons of water to balance myself out.

already use to having the owner come by to give us shots, i was acting so blase when a 3rd round hit our table, when lo and behold, it was not from the owner, but from 2 boys of the city. i suspected 1 wingman and 1 who wanted to get it on with someone from our table. feeling not quite the confident gal of the town, i automatically assumed it was one of the other hot, smart girls at our table that he was after. and i was correct! we had already established that boys born in '75 are nothing but trouble, so i giggled when i heard he was 33.

i was so pleasantly surprised for the lady when he didn't look like a total douche and actually tried to have a conversation with her, wanting to get to know her.

the wingman disappeared, and while those two were making chit chat, well more like she was offering an olive branch and he was grasping at it. as i caught her eye, i would sporadically laugh, b/c i thought it was so ironic, as we had just finished a conversation about boys, what trouble they are and such.

10 mins later we left, the boy got his number, but the lady told us he was so not her type.

one day i hope to achieve the state of being where i can toss out my number and not hope he calls! hah, yes i know, boys are trouble, trouble like cops as my friend shirls likes to say.

next time i go out for drinks, i hope my blog will sound less like a newbie observer and more like one who's had a sexy time.

until then, ciao!