When we first started planning the trip, I thought it was going to be a girls thing -- but then we decided to bring the lone dude from the group that we're all really close to too.
When this number started cranking up on the internal jukebox as I got ready to go, I hesitated before settling on it, since, as I explained, it wasn't just a girls night after all. But then on the drive up there, when our (honorary wo)man held his own in the girliest of conversations, I decided it was fitting.
I really dig a dude who can hang with the ladies, you know? Especially a dude who, later in the night, joined me on the karaoke stage in a rousing rendition of Sweet Child O' Mine. I hadn't had enough booze to sound like Axl, and he didn't sound much like him either, but it was our night to play indeed:
It's the girls night out
N-n-night out and there's
Nothing you can say, baby
It's the girls night to play
Our night to play
Don't wait up for me...
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