Old Ladies Gone Wild!

Those of you who know me well, know I don't have to leave town to find adventure. Take my friend Nicole's birthday last week. What started out as a reserved fine dining experience at the lovely restaurant Angelina's turned into a dancing phenomenon at the wildly fun club, Cin Cin. It was definitely a blog worthy night.

Let's me set the stage for what could have been a disaster for Nicole. Seven of us were meeting at Angelina's Ristorante in Bonita, FL. First drop out was Nicole's daughter, who got called into work. Second was poor Pam, whose car broke down on the way and was rescued by another friend along with the melting cake Pam had made from scratch. Pam never made it to the party. Now enter myself and my daughter. The valet opens my door way too fast and the gift bag of wine falls onto the pavement and breaks. Wow, this is not looking good.

It starts to turn around when the lovely group of "mature" ladies and their hubbies down the bar buy our birthday girl and friends a round of cosmo's and the bartender replaces the broken wine. We are escorted to an outdoor table (another kink, our indoor reservation was accidentally double booked). Luckily, we are blessed with the PERFECT night, in a beautiful outdoor setting, surrounded by blooming flowers. In short, the food was fabulous. My butternut squash ravioli with mascarpone cheese were to die for. Myself, cousin Cheryl, daughter Taryn, and friends Suzie and Nicole shared a complimentary Lemoncello and Tiramisu before heading up the road to Cin Cin in Fort Myers.

CinCin is a restaurant-bar that turns dance club in the evening. Now, don't picture a NYC night club. Picture more a lounge with sultry red sofas and a live singer. Since we (not even counting Taryn) were a good 20 years younger than many of the patrons (who can tear up the floor, mind you), let's just say we were "popular" among the men. If we had WANTED to get seriously intoxicated, we could have, because the drinks never stopped coming. Just check out the table full of unfinished glasses!

So we took down the house, dancing to "It's Raining Men" and "I Will Survive" (our requests). They even threw in Beyonce's "Single Ladies." Nicole never left the dance floor, where her very flowy skirt and long limber body had every pair of eyes in the house mesmorized (she's the one who looks like Pocahontas). We even sacrificed Suzie to a slow dance in exchange for a round of drinks. Lesson to my daughter (when she turns 21 of course), always go dancing with pretty friends... drinks are always free.

Thanks, ladies, for a memorable evening. Let's do it again sometime. And, next time, we'll pick Pam up on the way.