Short Skirt/High Heels Night -- My, Oh My...

Last night was the first major bar outing since Suzanne arrived here for the summer... and what a way to debut the State College night scene!



As the title indicates, it was Short Skirt/High Heels Night -- well, it was in our group anyway. All the girls participated, and the boys were properly appreciative of the efforts. The night started with Jenn, Suzanne and I prepping ourselves for the big night out -- Jenn in her very feminine, though adorable while mini-skirt, with dead-sexy cobalt blue top; Suzie in her new "rocker" mini-skirt, my pink silk cami, and her new amazingful stripper heels; and me, in my new denim mini-skirt, red "wife-beater" style tank, blue and red plaid heels and matching fedora. We picked up Melanie on the way to the bar to round out our Foxy Foursome, and all I can say is: Yeah... we were a sight!



After the much required female ritual of lengthy prepping and debate over clothing options, it was off to the Gingerbread Man for beverages, and a much needed visit with an old friend, Bean, the best bartender in State College. There was drinking, and the usual ruckus-causing. Bean, as always, took really great care of us with free shots -- his "Statutory Grape" shot that he coined, and found much humor in serving to off-duty law enforcement. But, as the night progressed, due to lack of live entertainment, and a strong desire by all the females in the party to dance, it was decided to change venues. So, we said our goodbyes to Bean, and headed out the door and down the street to The Saloon, where a fun band, My Hero Zero, was playing. So the dancing began, and boys flocked (strangers included) and turns out I didn't have to buy a single drink for the rest of the night... seems short skirts, and plaid heels makes men want to spoil you. Who'da thunk?



The night, while thoroughly entertaining in a number of ways, did have to end rather abruptly when my friend, Jordan made a drunk ass out of himself. But, after a crafty cajoling, a little strong-arming, and a lot of patience, Melanie and I got him safely back to my apartment where he slept off his stupor on my couch. And, for the trouble and grief he caused us, he had to spend $36.00 to get his car out of the municipal parking lot in State College this morning. I think it serves him right :)



But, the end of the night wasn't all bad, as the rest of the crew ended up back at my house -- it wasn't the usual after-party, for fear of waking up the very drunk and belligerent Jordan, but it ended with four women in my bed... what could possibly be wrong with that?



So... that was the excitement... and for your viewing pleasure, here are the women, all sexed up and dressed to kill:

Yup... it was definitely a night to remember...