No Girls Allowed

Last week Stew got invited to a co-worker's birthday celebration at Kells, so I rushed home from work to get ready for a rare Friday night on the town. As I was putting on the finishing touches, Stew was texting with a few of the guys. "Huh, it seems like only guys are going," he mentioned. Even though I had spent quite a while on my hair and makeup, I offered to stay home. But it seemed extremely unlikely that only boys would be attending a birthday party, and Stew and I rarely go out anymore, so we headed out together.

It didn't take long before we realized our mistake. It was boys’ night out, and Stewart had tackily brought his fiancé! In his defense, no one told him that it was "no girls allowed" so I didn't particularly care and ordered myself an Irish car bomb to defuse the awkwardness. I kind of felt like a traitor to my gender by not immediately texting every single girlfriend I know to tell them that a group of about 15 firefighters was hanging out at Kells without female supervision, but I really don't have that many single friends anymore, and frankly I didn't want to make the situation worse!

In any case, we had a really good night that ended on the dance floor at the Frontier Room in Belltown (I haven't been there in years!) so all's well that ends well I suppose. But next time I'll have to check out the invite details myself!