In a freakish occurance, Zoe didn’t have to work last night. Thus, we wanted to party like grownups. I have several favorite hotspots around town, but Le Colonial is clearly at the top of my list. And now, Zoe works with the owner! We’re so in. Alex, Amanda, Zoe and I put on our finest and headed down there, our friends Gia and Maureen already waiting and Joe on his way. Greeted at the door by my old pal, Sandor the bouncer, we walked into the old LC like a bunch of rockstars. Normally at this time, Zoe is in sweats running around backstage putting up with the ridiculous whims of thespians. Not last night. Last night, she was clad in gold sequins and gold stilettos, pouty lipgloss and fabulous hair. This, Ms. Stagg, is how regular people spend a Saturday night. Isn’t it marvelous?
Yep. It is.
Securing a table on the patio, we sipped cocktails and disturbed those around us with our hysterical laughter. Joe and I, hating to waste a good outfit on those that had already seen us, made lap after lap around the entire bar, winking at cute boys and dancing with strangers. It was so good to see Zoe lounging on the wonderful wicker, arms intwined with her wonderful new friends, howling at Joe’s ridiculous tales of gay bars and stolen men swear, checking out the scene and working that gold.
We’ll be at LC every night from now on. Cute guys, fabulous ambiance, good drinks, and a fedora clad bouncer who always tells us how fabulous we look. Beat that…