We Belong to the Night...

Had fun - again - tonight. Saw Dave Navarro play guitar. My gods, he is SO GOOD!!! Of course, he also happens to be Pat Benatar's lyricist/composer. Went to the Canyon Club - "We Belong", "Love is a Battlefield", "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" - anthems of my misbegotten youth. Danced for a couple of hours afterward. I am one tired puppy... Interesting - I got in for free. We were late, and the concert was already underway. Got to the door, and the manager (tall, cute, brunette, mid 30s)asked me, "Okay, you can get in if you can name one song by Foreigner." Without skipping a beat, I looked him straight in the eye, leaned toward him, and said, "I want to know what love is... I want you to show me." He laughed, and waved me in. Saved about $25, $30 :o) Like the old song goes, "I enjoy being a girl." (LOL)

Tomorrow is my last day at work. First a breakfast is planned on my behalf after the weekly meeting. I am planning on writing a little poem before the meeting to read, one line per co-worker (bwah hah hah hah!!) Then, they're taking me to sushi at lunch. And finally, to Acapulco's for chalupas and beer. (Actually for me, a salad and a lite beer please!)

It was strange tonight. For years, not one single man in a bar has paid any attention to me whatsoever. Tonight, husband was off getting drinks, and we got separated for about 20 minutes. In that time, the bar manager thing happened, then there were several other hoverers. On the dance floor, there was this guy with gold & black pants who looked like Paul Westerberg. He was actually flirting with me, and kind of moving in, when husband came back. I was so incredibly flattered. And my partner said - very astutely - this all has to do with what's been going on with you the last couple of weeks, doesn't it? The energy change is that noticable." And I realized, he's right. I checked myself out in the mirror. Yes, I'm still heavy, and no, I'm not the best dancer in the place. But I do have my own presence, and a self confidence evident in the way I move. So... wish I had thought of this lo these many years ago! Yeah, you know - that guy with the pants was far too young. But he was exactly the type of guy I would have dated 'back in the day'. Very gratifying. I was like Diane Lane in "Under the Tuscan Sun". I felt like jumping up and down, saying, "I still got it! I still got it! Uh huh! Uh huh!" Wow - I actually felt sexy again! It's been, oh, at least 10 years. And it was very cool that I did not define my sexuality simply on my body contour. I was able to tap into an inner confidence, and of course, that is what sexy really is, in many ways. Had a blast!

Must go pass out now from exhaustion. Tomorrow is another busy day. :o) :o) :o)