The Other B's Solo Night

Ahhhh, another Friday night ho-hum Country Club party – a maze of pink polo-shirted, golf-skirted, spray tanned and otherwise enhanced women vying for the bartender’s attention to grab that first glass of Chardonnay.  You know, the typical Club Set.  Not this B!  And not this night!  Tonight was a battle of the bands concert on the lawn.  A first annual (or one could hope).  Without my wingman B, I was going it alone tonight.  My first challenge – what to wear.  I decided on skinny black jeans, over-the-knee boots (black natch), beige leather jacket, chunky gold jewels and, to ensure the most flattering facial lighting, a fabulous fedora.  Strolling onto the scene and from the barrage of instant compliments from the boyz, as well as the evil eyes from those pink-shirted Chardonnay sippers, I realized I had selected the perfect outfit.  Food, fun, frenzy and fabulous music.  Several men and several martinis later (who keeps track of those minor details) I was being whirled around the dance floor.  It turned out to be a hugely successful event at “The Club” and judging from their immobile expressions it was one the Club Set hadn’t seen in a long time, if ever.  Pulsating music, flowing cocktails, flashbulbs…..but really, that’s just another night in the life of a B.