On the weekend past my wife and I attended our second Girls Night Out event, the first one being the Halloween Party they held. The Halloween party was not that nerve wracking all we had to do was park and enter the bar plus it was Halloween every one dresses up as a girl....don't they? So this time was really our first real time out.
So last Saturday started out with me being completely excited and terrified about the evening. Managed to get dressed and made up with lots of time to spare also got to swap out my stud earnings for some large Gold hoops for the first time (God I love pierced ears ) 20 minute drive to the hotel half way there realize I left my wallet at home in my jeans turn back and race home with the wife telling me to slow down, the last thing we need is you getting pulled over dressed like that with no ID. I said it's ok April can pay for her own speeding tickets. Made it back to hotel only 10 minutes late.
We had arranged to meet Giselle and her wife for a drink and a chat before going down to the GNO Christmas party. (ever had that dream about being trapped in an elevator with a bunch of strangers? that's what was going on in my head and the hope they were on the first floor.... no such luck they told us they were on the 9th floor ) This meant we would have to enter the hotel lobby and take the elevator up to their room. When we arrived at the hotel we had to park out in the open right in front of a Timmy's ( Canada.s favorite coffee shop) So we park the car and we stroll over to the hotel entrance past people coming in and out of the coffee shop, past parked taxi cab"s and a police cruiser ( I think it's a law in Canada that there has to be at least one police car parked at a donut shop, don't know the reason for said law but the police seem to take that law pretty seriously ) and make our way into the lobby of the hotel, smile at the girl at reception and over to the elevators. Wow that was easy no one around so into the elevator press 9.....no 9th floor just PH, are they in a penthouse ? back out to reception just to make sure. Yes that's where they are.Back to the elevator, younger couple there waiting to go up. Smile, they smile back, into the elevator we go. On the way up the male said I like your shoes. I squeak out a thank you, they get off before us and we continued on up to the Penthouses.
Spent an hour or so with Giselle and her wife having a couple of drinks and chatting. Everyone was getting hungry so we went down to the Restaurant and had dinner a couple of other girls came in and sat with us for a chat while we were eating.Needed to go to the little girls room so off i trot. There's a GG walking towards the Ladies so I decide discretion is the better part of valor and I'd use the men's washroom, peek into the men's there's a man at a urinal. I look back to the Ladies and the girl is looking at me and holding the door open (she was probably one of the other girls SO, don't know that for sure though ) so I ended up using the Ladies bathroom for the rest of the night, only ran into one other GG who just smiled at me fixing my hair at the mirror.
The rest of the night went too fast we chatted with some of the girls in the bar at the party then went back up to Giselle's for a night cap before driving home. When we got home had a long talk about where we were headed with this, discussed where i thought i was on the gender scale and what that meant for the future. Still don't know the answer to that one but right now I'm just happy that I get to share and explore April's world with a wonderful lady by my side and to have friends like Giselle and her wife to make the journey fun and interesting.
I would like to thank everyone here and especially Giselle, KarenRHT and Kandi for their words of encouragement leading up to Saturday. If it wasn't for this forum and Giselle getting me to go to that first event I would probably still be dressing at home wondering what it would be like to go out and do more than just sit at home.
Now, got to go search for a new dress for the Valentines dance in February.
