Don't Stop Believin!!!!

The group is Journey...the song...'Don't Stop Believin'

A singer in a smoky room....
Smell of wine and cheap perfume...

That's all it took.......you are singing it now too aren't ya.....come on...

heh heh heh....

It was downstreaming on my computer..and I hollered at Work Sista...laughing at the memories it brought back...

We sang this song at the top of our lungs, alongside the crowd gathered around the piano man at The Redhead..in Chicago.

THAT was one hell of a weekend..

And as we reminisced about our little last minute trip to Chi-Town, it was decided that that Friday was hands-down the best day of the weekend.

It started with leisurely morning...followed by breakfast....followed by SHOPPING (sung with biggest loudest opera voice...which makes it even more fun than just plain shopping).

We were walking up the busy sidewalks, giggling and chatting up an excited storm...pausing only when distracted by people who amused us.

Like the two young black girls that were behind us discussing their plans for the evening.

"I ain't goin to no lame-ass white bar!"

We giggled.

I think we hit every store down Michigan Ave.  And I'm fairly certain that I put a few kids through university.  The smoking credit card is usually a good indicator.

Work Sista however, had purchased nothing...nadda...zilch.

All that poor girl wanted was boots and a coat.  So once we unloaded my load of treasures at the hotel, I took her hand and told her that we weren't leaving Chicago without new boots on her feet.

And I meant it.

We went back down Michigan Ave, scouring every shoe store in sight. 

Finally, there they were.  Her boots.  A soft glow surrounding them.

Well not really...but I'm fairly certain I DID hear a choir of angels....

She asked for a couple sizes, unsure of which one would work...and settle for the smaller size.

Dayamm ma gurl looked hot in dem boots!

She left wearing them..carrying Ninja Slippers in the boot box.

We dumped the slippers back at the hotel and decided it was time to eat. 

Arm in arm, we sauntered into the streets of Chi-Town, lookin for grub.  And perhaps a beverage or two. :)

We came across this little pizza place...Pizza Uno...sitting on a corner of I forget where...  Down the steps we went, into the cutest little Italian restaurant.  We ordered a couple of personal size pan pizzas, and .....

OH MY GAWD

Best pizza ever!!!!

The crust was the perfect thickness, and sweeter than what we are used to here...almost like a Bisquick dough....  Toppings piled high and cheeeeese heavenly cheeeeese....

The Work Brothas seem to think it's impossible to shut the two of us up...but it's not ma friends....just shove Chicago pizza at us....

Orgasm in a pan...

Sorry mom

Appetite's more than satisfied, we left the restaurant and stood at the intersection, wondering what to do.

Across the way a little sign glowed at us...The Redhead....a picture of a piano under the neon red scrawl.

We looked at each other, shrugged...and walked over.

It was indeed, a piano bar. 

The piano man sat at one end of the bar...the 4 sided bar ran the length of the same side of the room, surrounded by tables.

We parked our asses at the end of the bar, closest to the piano, spinning around noting the small crown that sat in front of the piano man, chatting casually and singing along.

Cool

We surveyed the rest of the room from our respective perches, noting that every single person that worked here was beautiful...men and women alike.  That was odd...but very cool.  No complaints. 

We shrugged, spun back around and came face to face with Gorgeous Tarbender.

And smiled our biggest smiles.

We told Tarbender that we were from Canada.  Which means, just don't let the glasses get empty.  He gave a cute wink as he told us his name and asked us to holler should we need anything.

Yay for us!

We drank.  And drank.  And drank.

The crowd grew..and everyone, I mean EVERYONE sang along with that piano man as he played songs from 70's, 80's and 90's.  Songs we all knew by heart....

Like Journey's 'Don't Stop Believin'

:)

(See eventually I bring it back home)

At some point I remember turning back to face the bar...only to come eye to abs with the Gorgeous Tarbender who was reaching over our heads for something..  I slugged Work Sista in the arm..not taking my eyes off that perfect Six Pack.  She turned, and her eyes grew wide as they focused on the same image I was staring at.  I'm sure we looked attractive from the other side of the bar...sitting there with our mouths open, staring at the Tarbender...

What a couple of geeks....

Meh...

It's all good. 

It was a good night..my gawd we laughed.

At closing time, we left, walking arm in arm...doing this little leaning walk thing we do...

We stopped somewhere on a a bench along the river for a breather.  Her new boots were a little stiff and her feet hurt....

Then we carried on...back to the hotel.

I put on pj's and fell asleep immediately.

Work Sista did not get that far.

Remember those new boots?  In the smaller size?

They were too small.

And she couldn't get them off.

She leaned over to pull those beautiful boots off..but they wouldn't budge.

Out of breath and completely exhausted by both the effort and the long day ... she pulled her jeans down to the top of her boots, lay back on her bed and passed out cold.

Just like that.

At some point, she woke uncomfortable (go figure), and resumed the battle with the stubborn boots.  She leaned over and pulled and pushed..and still the boots remained.......She stopped to get her breath..  At this point she was prepared to cut them off if only there was something she could find that WOULD cut them off.  Poor Work Sista was terrified she'd be trapped forever in boots and the same jeans... 

Gritting her teeth with the grim determination only my Work Sista could muster, she leaned over one last time...and she did finally manage to yank those bad boys off.

She slipped into her cozy pajamas and crashed.

I missed the whole thing...fast asleep.

Fun times :)

I love my Work Sista!!!

PS...the next day we swapped the boots for the bigger size.....

it goes on and on and on and on.....