A public affair

Last night, Hope Valentine, Laney LaRue and several other gals I know hit the town for what is commonly known as a “Ladies Night Out.”

First we all met at this new Milwaukee boutique store “Fred.” While I have never been to Fred before, Laney picked that store because every last Thursday of the month it provides free margaritas, free manicures, and free massages while you shop. Nice, huh.

Well in theory, it’s nice-and you’re probably thinking “Wow, Fred had it all.”

Oh loyal reader, if only that were true.

Like any man (j/k guys), there was one fatal flaw: the store had no air conditioning. And after 5 minutes, I was sweating like a little monkey in the jungle. Besides the obvious discomfort factor, the glaring problem with a hot, circulation-less store (correction: there was one small fan in the back of the store) is that most people, girls especially, feel a little bloated when they are sweaty-and the LAST thing you want to do is try on slinky dresses and cleavage-enhancing tops when you feel like an overcooked sausage. That’s all I am saying. So I didn’t even bother trying anything on, and instead enthusiastically hurried Hope along so we could get the heck out of there.


Next it was on to Centanni’s for martinis and live music.

Overall the evening was a nice distraction, and in a way, a lovely going away party for your’s truly…….

That’s right, for the next 2.5 weeks I will be jet-setting (economy class) around the globe for an all-expenses paid (by me) European vacation with best pal, Peppermint Patty.

Unfortunately, this means that I will not be able to update every day (BOO!); however, my goal is blog at least once every country! (HURRAY!)