Call me Carrie, please...

it is friday afternoon at 3:45 p.m. rewind 21 hours and you get to downtown manhattan in a little place called mannahatta. we walk in and the place is packed. you hear me? packed. but we will not be discouraged. a good time will be had tonight. it is girls night, so don't get it twisted. we walk to the bar and can't fit in there and my girl says, "there is a downstairs and i think there is a bar down there too." so we make the trek through the wannabe models and men looking like they are at the butcher looking for the best cut of rump to roast that evening. get to the stairs and head down. it was a hot day, so the coolness that welcomed us was divine. we get down there and it is EMPTY!!!! we were the first to discover the hidden treasure trove. we go to a bar, get a drink right away and proceed to find a place to set up shop. there are chairs all over the place, but being the divas we are, we decided to take the spot in the corner that is sectioned off. very VIP and VERY sex in the city. we take over. the night is ours to own and we own it. they are playing 80's music, but that is ok because we are children of the 80's. we are singing along and adding our own little touches. all the while, we are sipping, sipping, sipping. people are now hip to the downstairs and it starts to fill up. there are only 5 of us and we are expecting only 1 more, but the area we are in seats at least 10 comfortably. well, some chickenheads came down too late and ours is the only area empty enough to seat people...sorry, this area is reserved and we are waiting for more to show. say word!!!!! i told you, we are VIP!!!!!! our friend comes and we are still drinking. this time we have found some cuties to help fill in the gaps in our alcove. music becomes current and a good time was definitely had by all. they started to pay reggae, but the slow kind you can't dance to and it was emptying the joint, so we decide to call it a night. it is only 10 something at this point, so 4 of us decided to hit one more spot. we go there and proceed to tear up the dance floor. take a break to indulge our single vice (which will not be revealed here) and continue to dance, dance, dance.

i love being a girl!!!!!!!