About three years ago, I and a friend had gone for a Ladies Night at a bar in a five star hotel. There is little I remember of that night, except that it was as banal an outing as a north Indian family going to eat dosa&idli in their neighbourhood market in Delhi. In retrospect we could have gone to the Big Nipple, and met some of the people we know now and probably had a better time. But we were seduced. In the movies, women trapped by circumstances exit them in a dimly light pubs, leaning over a bar counter, being served cosmopolitans by a suave bartender.
Instead we got a ridiculously uninteresting vodka, lime and crushed ice drink (for free) and each other for company. We had reached too early in the evening and saw only one person ever reach the dance floor. It was dark, the lights were dim, there were reasonably good looking people around, but.... we were too naive to know what to do, or maybe it just wasn't yet time.
Jump cut. Here's the recipe for a ladies night that actually does what we wanted that one to do ...
- add a few years
- replace vodka and crushed ice with australian white wine
- don't eat at home, don't eat too much
- women, lovely looking women.. dykes in fact
- a table full of traveling japanese at the next table
- many cover versions of fever
- the willingness to tell your life story with wit
- the willingness to forget your life story
- adept fingers for messaging
- a man to call the next day
- a man to leave behind
- a man to call next month
- and a woman who's going to leave soon who says things like - you know I would have loved to spend the night with you
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