We considered ourselves The First Wives Club - Membership of two.
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Got together a couple of times a month - Took turns picking the restaurant and paying the bill. We would discuss our kids, exes, and whether our support checks came in on time. Dreaming up curses to place on the cheating bums.
I chose a nice middle class restaurant and bar - Paid a semi hefty bill with tip.
When it was my friend's turn - She said we would be having an Italian dinner.
What she failed to tell me was - The place was a biker bar with only one dish on the menu - Cavatelli.
Seating arrangements were dirty banquet tables lined with plastic and folding chairs.
The food was in a roaster oven in the corner. The Cavatelli was surprisingly good - but the Italian bread was as hard as a rock and I can't even remember if we got salads. Oh well! What do you want for $4.99?
We had to buy our drinks at the bar - from a dirty, obese, semi toothless bartender. "Hello Ladies." In his sexiest voice as he scratched his big exposed belly through a hole in his dirty tee shirt. Not an appealing sight.
Two biker chicks with tattoos from head to toe were eyeballing us as they played a pinball machine in the corner.
And for this I got all gussied up in my powder blue, bejeweled pants suit!?!