I wasn’t so sure the weekend was going to get off on a good note. On Friday I got word at work that Jaime had been involved in an automobile accident. Stop signs are there for a reason, but apparently the guy that pulled out in front of her didn’t think so. She’s going to live, but she got a good shaking up.
Qiana was reminded that she had promised to keep her nephew for the night. She would be at home with children to entertain and that left Tiffanny and I to try and salvage some of the Girl Power we had going into the weekend.
At work we both said we might beg out of the night and go home to books and movies. At six in the evening I was filled with a new ambition not to spend Friday night sitting in my house. Tiffanny called as Ms Stella and I were perusing the selection at Ashley Furniture. I told her to come join us in the shopping center so that we could venture to the shoe store together. She tried to wriggle out of it but I managed to convince her that shopping (even window shopping) was much better than sitting at home being a sour puss.
We walked up and down the aisles at DSW but didn’t see anything that jumped out at us. On top of that, Ms Stella was yelling for her dinner and we didn’t want to keep her waiting a minute longer. We decided on Macaroni Grill because it had good food and a great bar. Ms Stella had Long Island Iced Teas, Tiffanny stuck with Green Apple Martinis and I had Vanilla Coke (diet coke with vanilla Stoli).
We had dinner and girl talk. We laughed and wrote our names with the crayons that they leave on the table for you at Macaroni Grill. We watched a very creative balloon artist and ran into another friend from around the way. When dinner was over, Tiffanny and I drove Ms Stella home. Then, I took Tiffanny for her first episode over at The Spot.
Actually, it was her second time at the spot. The first time she was only there for twenty minutes. The Shade Tree Mechanic changed the oil on her car and he finished in record time. She was in and out of there too fast to get any real exposure to the atmosphere.
Friday was one of those characteristic warm nights in Vegas. When we got to the spot everyone was sitting outside - Tiny, Bruiser, Arkansas Tex, Joker, Shade Tree Mechanic and Big Sister. Shade Tree was working on Big Sister‘s car. The rest of the group sat on the hoods of various cars in the parking lot, making idle conversation and trying not to be bored. Tiffanny and I found our spots in the yard and joined in.
The first time Tiffanny went to the spot I couldn’t be there with her. I gave Tiny specific instructions to watch over her and make sure that Joker didn’t say anything stupid to offend her and that she was generally made to feel comfortable while she was there. He came through like a champ and actually developed an attraction to her, so her being there on Saturday was right up his alley.
He started offering to take us out for drinks immediately. None of the nearby spots to go to were appealing to myself or Tiffanny. In the end we decided to make it a night in front of the spot. The drinks of choice would be Hennessey and Hypnotic (for the guys) and Heineken (for Tiffanny and I). Tiny and I were tasked with making the run to the store.
For the next four hours, Tiffanny and I sat over there being entertained by a cast of characters that needs to be on the pages of some novel that you can’t put down. The guys talked shit, complimented and flattered us, indulged our desire to watch the poetry program on BET, didn’t complain when we went inside to commandeer the bed and generally let us have our way the entire time we were there. Even Joker managed to flatter me without offending me.
When it came time to go, they walked us outside and watched us drive off.
Mo, you are such a great storyteller. Could you please write a novel already? :)