Selective Amnesia

It was not until I saw the pictures that remembered what had happened. It was a very different kind of evening. It started with EJ's Goodbye Party at DreamGirls. He had told us he wanted us to sit at his table. He said he was inviting the people from his new job at the bank. When Crystal and I walked over after dinner, EJ met us and said he had our seats. He had reserved the entire upper seating area along the side and there were about 15 banker ladies (Banker, not biker, like in nice and straight) ordering food. He walked us behind the tables announcing our names and sat us down with a couple of ladies. He threw introductions around which I promptly forgot. It turns out that the two ladies with whom we had been seated were the two managers in the group and they were not aware that we even knew EJ until Crystal started chatting them up. They warmed up to us, we talked as they ate and drank and drank. All the ladies were eating and drinking: too much food and too much to drink. Just before the show, another 12 ladies show up and would have to stand behind us. They all ordered drinks and shots....lots of shots. We now know where all the Drunk Girls came from that night.

The show was fantastic, of course, and all we girls were having a grand time. The banker ladies were laughing and drinking. EJ was stopping by and delivering them drinks. Crystal and I, knowing how the table service works: one party, one tab, were getting our drinks from the bar. At the intermission, I did my usual ladies room visit, and when I returned a guy we have run into many times and he has been so charming and kind and treated us with such respect that I should remember his name........David???   I know, I should remember his name......but, hey, this is me we're talking about....well, I'm talking....err, writing....          Anyway, he comes up as I walk back to the party and asks me to dance. He has been so nice I can't refuse and all the girls are saying, "Go". So we dance and it is fun.

But, soon we are joined by..............you guessed it, Drunk Girls....I wonder where they came from? And, we're all dancing together.

Then, this hot DG is dancing with me!!!

Suddenly, she steps closer, pushes her leg between mine (pinning my legs with my skirt), wraps her arm around my neck (and wig!!) and leans back. OK…throw your arm out for balance –or- grab your skirt and pull it up to free your legs –or- hold onto your hair?????? And, oh yeah, enjoy the hot girl rubbing herself up against you.

What I want to know is why block out that memory. I knew there were pictures and that I had danced with ..??David???.. but I didn’t remember everything until I saw the pictures.

It was all fun and the girls all wanted to stay and dance with us after the show. But when they got the bill, they all sobered up and went home.