dc sure knows how to show a girl a good time.
we had dinner at bangkok joe's, accompanied by mojitos and lychee martinis.
a round of pad thais please, tofu, shrimp, and chicken.
after dinner, we headed over to cobalt and 30 degrees lounge.
a girl's safe haven from stupid pickup lines and dirty looks and possible fist fights with other girls. so lovely.
of course, h and i are never safe, and we were the designated hags to a group of fabulous-looking twenty-something males. once i brought out the camera, all the stops were pulled. posing and flashing and hugging and laughing (read camera flashes, of course).
it was eighties night.
i repeat, eighties night.
what a treat - we danced until the wee hours and headed back to our hotel. i passed out like a drunken sailor for about five hours, when h decided we should take a quick tour of the city before her train left for philadelphia.
needless to say, i was in pain in the morning. ouch. i am not twenty anymore.
but i can still shake it like i am!