B's Marathon Martini Lunch!

In true B style, a girlfriend in distress made a call to B for a last minute lunch and she grabbed her Franko Sarto over-the-knee boots, slid them over her textured tights, threw on a little Laundry mini-dress and blasted out in the Merc. to meet her!  It was late so most of the lunch crowd had already returned to work, but that suited the girls just fine leaving them free to chat it up without concerns for the 'wall ears'.  The gossip began with some spicy news about mutual girlfriends and their recent mishaps with the men in their lives.  There was the story about the cheater who discovered he needed to trade in his beautiful young fiancee for a 50 something woman and the 50 year old girlfriend whose boyfriend traded her for a beautiful young girl!  There was talk of travels to far lands and exciting finds made at the local markets that yielded some major buys on much sought after designer goodies!  We shared and compared about the latest plastic surgery and non-surgical options to keep the B looking as youthful as ever, and secrets about some procedures gone wrong too!  The nice bottle of wine was getting low and hours had passed and we both realized that it would be time for happy hour soon.  That meant we needed to get busy on the cell phones and round up the girls for the next stop!  After another hour of gossip and the final sips of Chianti, we headed out the door to the cars and made our way through the holiday shopping traffic to our rendezvous.  We pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant where the valets converged on our car to whip open the doors.  We each stepped out in the spotlight making a true B entrance as we scanned the room in search of the other girls we were meeting.  Little cheek smooches were exchanged and a convergence of waiters was now watching like tow trucks at the scene of an accident.  We selected a table in full view of the doorway to maximize exposure and we ordered our favorite happy hour beverages.  A couple of nice appetizers were shared by all as we munched and gossiped about all who foolishly were not in attendance!  The boyz began circling the table sniffing for the chance to meet us as we played coy and flipped our hair with our freshly painted nails.  Designer handbags littered the table and our laughter permeated the area where most were watching with seeming envy as we commanded the attention of the staff without so much as a word.  A bottle of champagne appeared all iced down with companion glasses sent by an observing patron seated at the bar.  We gestured our B style thanks and clanked the glasses toasting to B power and another fun night out.  As the last drops of bubbly were being consumed, a quick glance at our cell phones told of the passing time and the close of happy hour.  It was time to grace another favorite haunt with our presence so we presented the waiter with our credit cards to split the bill 4 ways and scurried out to claim our cars leaving the boyz at the bar to drool as we departed.  We drove a short distance to our next stop where once again the valets contributed to our orchestrated arrival.  Four of us entered the establishment together turning heads as we approached the bar where the bartenders called us by our first names and began their mixology to put our favorite martinis on the granite top in front of us.  Boyz began lining up 2 deep around our bar stools making their little mating moves as the women nearby wore looks of disdain.  The managers made their way over leaving little kisses on the B's cheek and smiling in approval of our attendance.  A couple of martinis each made the mood lively and we were all holding court with the boyz when one of them decided it was time to travel to yet one more location before calling it a night.  Our little procession made the way to the parking lot where the valets pulled our cars up in a row and stood at attendance.  We departed with a couple of boyz in passenger seats and headed closer to home for a final night cap.  We made our entrance again catching the attention of the staff and bartenders watched as we chose our final landing spot.  The martinis were quickly prepared and delivered and more levity was shared as our now new consorts were mesmerized by our B personalities and charm!  It occurred to me that our little lunch was now on its 8th hour and I decided to sneak out after a trip to the ladies room so I handed my valet ticket to the doorman who had my car waiting.  I streaked out of the parking lot and made my way home to get some all important beauty sleep because tomorrow is another day in the life of a B!