G.N.O.

For those of you who do not know G.N.O. stands for Girls Night Out! I had one of these on Friday for my Best Friends birthday. Yep Bec turned 35. So to celebrate we went to Blue Chip to see Boys Are Mean. I had an amazing time.

We were a trio, Bec, Beckett and me. I became an honorary Becky for the night, so we called ourselves the Tri-Beca. I know we are dorks, but you had to be there. Bec did my make-up, I would have done it but I am HORRIBLE at doing my own make-up. I always end up looking like a raccoon. So Bec hooked me up. Then we headed out to get Beckett. Bec's niece dropped us off at the casino and the night began.

The band was late getting on so we walked around a little. We went to go into the main casino and the three of us got carded. I don't know if you have been carded when you are well over the age of 21, but it is an awesome feeling, even if they are carding anyone who isn't using a walker. We grabbed a couple drinks and did a lap around the casino floor and headed to Vegas Baby! Did ya know it was cheaper to get drinks outside of the bar than in the bar? Yeah, it is. It wasn't to busy yet so we grabbed a table and watched the night begin.

Now I am not trying to say I am a good person, because I am not. Keep that in mind as I continue here. They had some dance music blaring and the floor was pretty empty, then they appeared. These two women who obviously didn't care what others thought of them, God Bless their souls. The older woman had some rhythm, she at least was able to keep to the beat. And truth be told she wasn't that bad. But her friend, well her friend was one of those nightmare train wrecks you have to watch. Kind of like me at a rave. Yes I have been to a rave before and let me tell you I was a nightmare train wreck. But I will give them credit, they were out there while I was sitting on my ass. In my defense I pulled a muscle in my lower back on Monday and I had been useless for days.

The band showed up and we were ready to get to dancing. Problem, they weren't a pop dance type band. They were Aerosmith and Def Leppard and Bon Jovi. Not that I am complaining, they played a lot of awesome stuff, and there were people dancing alright. Including the Woo Girls. Woo Girls consist of the 20's who were their shorts with ass cheeks visible, sheer tops with lace bras and heels that can also be used as an ice pick. Their hair is straight as a stick and their make up is caked on 3 inches thick. Their signature moves have their arms in the air, their hips gyrating, and mouth open lips forming and O like they are saying Woo. They are the girls you see in videos falling off tables drunk.

Now let me ask you a question. Well there is a statement first then a question. I am 36 years old, I am part of what is called Generation X, but I think I am more of a Generation Y. Not that it matters. The question is this, what the hell is wrong with the men of my generation? Why do they dance like a frog on Valium trying to use yard equipment? There was the lawn mower and the sprinkler, some looked like they were pulling weeds. But the best was Newman. He just stood there and very slightly shuffled his feet and his head moved a little. But back to the other men. Here is a sample. I know she is a girl but she hits it on the head.

So lets put it this way it was bad and hilarious. The best move of the night was the woman who was probably in her early to mid 40's. Her signature move was the dog hump. She looked like she was going at it on an invisible giants leg. Good Lord was it funny. She was dancing with one of the frog men. Let me tell you I almost came out my seat. The three of us got out there and tore it up. I know I dance like an epileptic monkey, but my moves were even better than those people. I didn't dance much because of my back, but when I did I was freaking awesome.

The leader of the band kept pointing at us when we were sitting, telling us to get back out there. So I decided it was time for a word with the lead singer. I went up there and between songs told him that it was Bec's birthday. So the next song he dedicated to her. She had no choice but to dance after that. The Bec's got out there and danced their asses off. I sat there and watched. my back was aching and I wasn't going to risk it. Sadly the band played their last song and then night was wrapping up.

I don't know how much we drank, I know it was a lot! A LOT!!! But we had the best time. Breakfast was called for. So our drunk asses called our designated driver, my husband, from the bathroom. We called and asked him to come get us and take us to Denny's. We told him he was awesomer, and then debated if awesomer was a word. The woman laughing in the stall told us it was, so we went with it. Dave said yes. So he earned the title of Fan-Freaking-Tastic.

The tri-Beca headed out into the night waiting for our ride. The car ride to Denny's was hilarious. Dave said we were so drunk we were making him feel drunk lol. Breakfast was exactly what the doctor ordered. By 4 a.m. we were ready to call it a night. Dave delivered us all to our place of sleep. I stayed at Becs. My head hit the pillow and I was dead to the world. Except for a few stumbles to the bathroom I slept like the dead. I woke up at 1:15 in the afternoon. No hang over, except for a bit of cotton mouth.

I know this isn't something that will happen often, but I can say I am eagerly awaiting next time!