Do you ever have those nights where you are about 10 deep? Its all great friends and you just KNOW something is bound to happen….When the night starts out with popping bottles at the house…and some shots….Bottoms up
The nights where the first, second and third round consisted of shot, shots, shots….We all know those nights. Well, our night went a little something like this…

We take the herd of dazed beauties to a great and upcoming hot spot Hudson. When ran into a bunch of great friends…Naturally with that many people …the group divided till further notice…LOL…We proceeded to Phoenix which we found out that they charge to get in which we though was random…but really on a Friday night they want to charge when all surrounding bars were free (NOT A GOOD LOOK) #justsayin’ not to mention the music was not that great…never the less we went in anyway….Given that there were some good looking Go Go dancers for the boys to ooggle we stayed…. As the shots set in the picture we were taking got VERY interesting…(You know the kind that when you upload the next day and review them with the girlfriends that end up on the couch and in your bed….because we were pretty much a hot mess) We stayed and had a pretty fun time just joking around and taking shots.

So just as the night ended the rest of the gang showed up for one last booty rub on each other..#Lightsup-timetogo…So of course, we are loud, holding hands and stampeding down the downtown streets in stilettos. We are almost to the car (ie. The finish line of the night) when out of nowhere the epitome of all douchebags pops out of nowhere with something rude to say about the clan…(Well, we’ll leave names out but you know who you are)…Let’s just say that the gloves were off, “literally” people were yelling and the cops were coming…it was an interesting sight to see a man put his hands on a women even if it was just a shove and to see the defensive nature of friends when someone is in battle. Suffice to say it was a circus filled with 9 tigers and one tamer that had no control of us…

A couple of bruises, a broken nail, and some ruffled feathers later…we were gone with the wind…
A “What Had Happened Was” kind of night!