So I teased earlier with a little recap of my girl date with the fabulous Cathrinette Singleton. I even posted a picture. I want you to understand though, what happened to that picture was necessary. We were simply that hot. It was barely manageable. I did it for your protection, honestly. Seriously, the other people at the bar hardly knew what to do. The bartenders were drawn to us. It was clearly quite a situation. Just know I tried to spare you all from the danger.

We did start at the Chesapeake Wine Company, but that was just a wine tasting warm up. The main dish was at three… Okay, the main cocktails and the main dish. Mainly the three… cocktail and one of the hottest men I’ve ever encountered, Cool Hand Luke (CHL). Mmmmm…. hot man and fabulous drinks. I wasn’t sure which one I liked more. Okay, that is a wee exaggeration. Definitely the man.

I also need to tell you that I met the fatastic Lola as well. She fit right in with our hotness and we made quite the trio sitting at the bar. And thankfully, unlike some of the other patrons, we were not dressed like scary triplets. Because seriously, who does that???

I would also like to point out that none of us ordered a Natty Boh. That’s right, apparently that needs to be said. As we were sitting there chatting up Cool Hand Luke, we saw what I can only describe as drunken little teenyboppers at the end of the bar. The girls were grabbing at each other and pretending to offer girl-on-girl action to get the bartender’s attention. (Which totally didn’t work by the way!) When he finally did go over and tell them all about the fabulous specialty martinis they had that evening, the bleach blonde of the bunch struck her cutest pose (which totally wasn’t) and ordered a Natty freakin’ Boh. Seriously. Luckily they left soon after.

After that my evening was a blur of incredible cocktails, 5 million trips to the bathroom (Was Catherinette feeding me all that water to keep me from getting a hangover or to keep me away from the bartenders???), and tons of laughter. And with some quick hugs goodbye, we piled back into Catherinette’s car and headed back to mine.

And as we were approaching the garage where I had parked, we saw it. The single funniest thing I’d seen all night. Catherinette blurted out “That guy is peeing!”. And he was. He was totally standing next to his car in the middle of a mostly empty parking lot, just letting it all go. We both looked and snickered, then rounded the next corner. And as we did, we saw his girlfriend, sitting in the passenger seat of the car laughing her ass off. Too funny.

We both made it safely home that night. The next morning I sent a text to my new girl friend saying simply “Aside from the 5 MILLION times I peed in the middle of the night, I’m fine. No cocktail flu here. Hope you’re good too.”

And you better believe we’ll be doing it all again soon.