eyeliner, a lot of mascara
and pale pink lipstick. My hair falls in waves down my back.
I love this dress.
When Tina went on her scouting trip earlier
this year, she sent me a picture of this dress and I knew
immediately I had to have it. I begged and pleaded with her to get
it. Then I demanded, I mean asked, she ordered ten, and within two
weeks on the racks, they were sold.
When we’re ready to go, we hop in the cab I
called for and we’re off.
Toot toot!
I can’t wait! I’m on the prowl tonight!
I guess subconsciously I am peacocking with
my outfit. I mentally pray that I don’t look like an abstract
Picasso.
The cab pulls up to The White Rabbit and we
whoop as we exit. B-Rock, the huge African American bald doorman,
chuckles and shakes his head when he sees us. We approach and he
says, “I thought I recognized that craziness. Damn, you girls are
looking good tonight. Give B-Rock some love.”
I smile big. We do this every weekend.
B-Rock likes to act up a little and we love him so much that we
play along. He looks like a bear, but he’s a total kitten. And he’s
adorable.
We all take turns kissing his cheek and head
on into the club. We’re VIPs at The White Rabbit. We never pay for
a thing and have the largest booth in the VIP section.
This is the only place aside from my
apartment that I can let go and unwind after a rough week.
The White Rabbit is, by far, the most
awesome club I’ve ever been to. The theme is Alice in
Wonderland.
How cool is that ?
The waitresses all wear short Alice costume
dresses with thigh high white stocking and white pumps. They rock
long white blonde wigs and dramatic pale makeup. The whole club has
a whimsical feel to it. But apart from that, it’s a regular club
with drinks and good music. There are two floors, upstairs is VIP
and downstairs is the regular club area. Downstairs is set in the
shape of the letter U. Booths and tables line the outer area, the
bar is the entire back of the room and the dance floor is lowered
slightly. VIP consists of different shaped booths which are soft
leather and crazy comfortable.
The line for entry is always down the street
and the dance floor is always packed.
I guess you could say Nik does well for
himself.
We hold hands and make our way up the stairs
to the VIP section. The regular Asian Alice greets us. “Hi ladies,
come on through.” We decline her offer to show us to our booth.
We’ve been coming here for over a year. We know where to go.
Most of the staff know us by name. Every
time I’m here I feel like a celebrity.
It’s awesome!
We approach our booth, which seats ten, and
I spot Nik and Tina. Tina sits on Nik’s lap and they talk with
their faces close together. Smiling like idiots. I resist the urge
to roll my eyes. The truth is I’m so happy for them.
I plonk down next to them with a huge smile
and feign annoyance, “God, can’t you guys get a room?”
Tina smiles, leans forward and kisses my
cheek. Nik kisses my other cheek.
We’re a Nat sandwich.
Nik replies with a smile, “If you knew how
little quality time I get with my wife now that Tats is around, you
wouldn’t even go there, sister.”
Tina responds, “Sad but true, honey.” She
smiles. “She’s so worth it though.”
I smile and tell them, “Oh, yeah. If she’s
anything like her favorite Teta Nat, she’s going to be awesome.” We
all laugh.
I feel the seat depress, an arm goes around
my shoulders, and I’m pulled into a hard body. I grin. Lips touch
my ear. “Remind me why we never hooked up?”
I chuckle then straighten before turning to
Max and play-think. I scrunch my face, tilt my head and look up. I
reply, “Because we’re friends?”
Max smirks and says a resigned, “Oh,
yeah.”
I can’t help but chuckle. Max and I flirt
all the time. We both know we’ll never be more than friends but
it’s fun and he’s gorgeous. Max and Nik look alike. Nik is built a
little bigger than Max though, but they both have an olive