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Tonight was interesting. Went out with folks from work because it was one guy's last day yesterday. I made sure to look cute (because hey, we're at a bar - look cute in case anyone promising was there). The result of the evening was that somehow I gained respect from two quarters.
1. I wore my really fierce giraffe print heels. That apparently got me into the club? The club of "If you can wear and feel comfortable in heels 3 inches or over, you're all right". LOL Hey, I partially wore the shoes because I finally found a sweater to go with them. I partially wore them because they're fierce and I knew at least one coworker would love them. Didn't realize it would get me in a club!
2. Everyone was drinking, as we were going to be there for several hours. They're all doing shots of various things, drinking mixed drinks, drinking beer. I had a margarita, which a couple of the guys were picking on me about. I tried explaining that hey, I only drink tequila. (With the occasional Crown and Red Bull, but that wasn't available.) So I decide I want more, but I want a shot of tequila, because that won't hit me as hard as a margarita will (my body chemistry is bizarre). Now, I know the masculine connotations of being able to do a shot of tequila. It's a very "guy" thing to be able to do one without flinching. For the record, I got a shot of Patron. Coworkers were all laughing and taking pictures of me with the thing, then they seriously sat there with baited breath waiting for me to take the shot. So I took it, no flinching, no salt or lime. I got high fives from the guys and a round of very loud cheers. It's funny what scores points.
1. I wore my really fierce giraffe print heels. That apparently got me into the club? The club of "If you can wear and feel comfortable in heels 3 inches or over, you're all right". LOL Hey, I partially wore the shoes because I finally found a sweater to go with them. I partially wore them because they're fierce and I knew at least one coworker would love them. Didn't realize it would get me in a club!
2. Everyone was drinking, as we were going to be there for several hours. They're all doing shots of various things, drinking mixed drinks, drinking beer. I had a margarita, which a couple of the guys were picking on me about. I tried explaining that hey, I only drink tequila. (With the occasional Crown and Red Bull, but that wasn't available.) So I decide I want more, but I want a shot of tequila, because that won't hit me as hard as a margarita will (my body chemistry is bizarre). Now, I know the masculine connotations of being able to do a shot of tequila. It's a very "guy" thing to be able to do one without flinching. For the record, I got a shot of Patron. Coworkers were all laughing and taking pictures of me with the thing, then they seriously sat there with baited breath waiting for me to take the shot. So I took it, no flinching, no salt or lime. I got high fives from the guys and a round of very loud cheers. It's funny what scores points.
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