I don't typically post about our experiences, unless I feel that doing so will benefit others. We had one of those experiences last night.
One of our play friends is a musician, and his band was playing in a local nightclub. His wife invited us, along with some other friends, to come see the band play, and hinted that there may be an after party.
We really like this couple, and have not played with them in several months (due to scheduling issues), so we were really looking forward to the evening.
A few days before, I was chatting with my sister (who lives out of town and does not know we swing), and she asked our plans for the the weekend. I told her the truth: we were meeting up with our friends at a nightclub to see the band. She said that sounded like fun, and asked if she could join us!
Luckily, I was able to discourage her by reminding her that it was race weekend (Pocono 500) and that the traffic would be horrendous, so it wasn't a good time for her to visit. She agreed, so I was able to breathe a bit easier . . .
After Mr. Sweet and I dropped off the short people, we headed out to dinner. Unfortunately, there was about an hours' wait at our usual haunts, so we opted to try a new place that everyone we know raves about. Well, the service was awful, and so was my dinner! Because of the poor service, we were late meeting our friends. And we were completely unprepared for the parking situation. That delayed our arrival even further. Ironically, the first person we met was our musician friend, not his wife. She too, was running late. But she arrived soon after we did, and we had time to get a table before the show started.
I have to confess when Mr. Sweet and I realized we were the only couple of the group of friends invited to actually show up, we were excited. I got to "get my groove on" (the dance floor) with the other Mrs. During the break between sets, I grooved with a couple fellas who I'm fairly certain went home disappointed.
Mr. Sweet's not much for dancing, but is happy to let me have my fun.
The show was great, and I was all sweaty and "worked up" by the dancing and anticipation. As we were preparing to leave, the Mrs. informed us that her period had
just started--a week early.
We were all disappointed, but . . . hey, it happens. As a consolation, we joined them at a little bar around the corner and chit chatted 'till they kicked us out. Then we stood outside until the staff began to leave, promising, of course, to try to figure out another time to get together.
At this point, Mr. Sweet and I had the chance to either grumble about the circumstances and remain disappointed with the night OR be glad we got to enjoy a nice night out with our friends and take all that pent-up sexual energy out on each other . . .
Guess what we chose? I'll give you a hint: I'm still not walking right today . . .
=)