Girls’ Night Out... just like the good old days :)

Last night I met up with my friends Renee and Heather to hang out in the city. Like I said in my last blog, I used to work at a charter school with these two girls. You know what happens when three teachers have access to alcohol? Let the good times roll, lol.

We met at Renee's house and then walked to a cute little corner pub called Ten Stone. We started the evening by chatting and catching up on what's been going on since we last hung out. We sat at the bar next to a very random guy... young, early 30s... who spent his night reading a book, writing in his journal and reading Far Side comics. Oh, and snickering at our conversation. I think the books were a cover. He was definitely more interested in what we had to say. We also grabbed dinner there, and since mine was late coming out, the bartender took one of my drinks off the tab. Sweet! The bar was really fun and neighborhoody... I'd definitely go back again. Hell, the jukebox played Weezer! And Billy Ocean!! And GENESIS!!!

Onward and upward. We walked into the Rittenhouse area and found a bar called Vanga. It's next door to Bar Noir, which we used to frequent back in the day. There used to be a really hot bartender there named Seth. Turns out he's working at Vanga now, so we tracked him down. We haven't seen him in about 4 years... so when we sat down at the bar in front of him he said, "Hoooly shit." Blast from the past, lol. We had several very expensive drinks there (nothing in Center City is cheap), flirted with Seth , and then took a cab to The Piano Bar at 20th and Arch.

The Piano Bar was an excellent way to end the evening. We had one last drink and sang along to all sorts of fun songs. (Sadly, the piano man did NOT know "I Touch Myself." Sigh.) I have plans to go back again soon.

Anyway, it was an awesome night. We didn't wind up going dancing, which was our original plan, but we managed to have a very well-rounded bar tour... from comfortable neighborhood pub to upscale, trendy club to hole-in-the-wall piano bar.

We drank, we laughed, we drunk texted. It was all good.