Birthday Party
My husband and I walked into the dark, smoky bar and looked around. Our friend of 10 years was having his birthday party, and we walked around searching for the group, finally finding them towards the back of the bar. It was loud, I yelled happy birthday to Dan over the live band, and grabbed his wife's hand to say hello. I watched as her eyes skimmed down my body, looking at my low cut peasant shirt, and jean mini skirt. Her eyes went lower to see my four inch sandals that accompanied the...