Just Let Me Hit Him Once

What did I do for my birthday? I had asked my daughter to take me to a nightclub to hear music. I wanted to hear dance, techno, or house. Any combination would work for me. She was surprised, since I don't normally like crowds.

Two words. Ryder Cup. We had to scratch the plans, since the club she wanted to take me to is in Birmingham, MI, and was guaranteed to be overrun by Ryder Cup people. It's one of the hottest clubs in the area. Damn. I was really disappointed about it. Even though she knew someone who could get us right in without the cover or waiting, it would still be wall-to-wall people and she said we could go another time, unless I wanted to deal with that. Nope. Another time would be great.

She came over and did my hair for me. It is just past my shoulders now and she flipped it up. Then we went to the local drugstore. She made me buy some makeup products that I would not normally use, and she finished my makeup in the car. I must say, she did a good job. She said that with my weight loss, longer hair and current romantic interest, I look 10 years younger. That was gift enough for me!

We had dinner at her boyfriend's restaurant. I had some great seafood. I had mushrooms stuffed with crab, lobster chowder, and fettucine with lobster and shrimp. Yum. They also gave me a brownie with a candle in it, but I ate about 3 bites. I was stuffed. My daughter gave me my gift, and then we went to the closest mall to walk for an hour because I wanted to.

After that we went to a local casual bar. They have an upstairs deck outside. We met a friend of hers and her friend's mother. We had a great time, drinking and laughing and catching up on girl stuff. I hadn't seen the other mother in quite a while. Around 11:30 pm, the friend and her mother went home and we went downstairs to the regular bar because child's boyfriend was there already waiting for us. Daughter and I found a table and snagged it while her bf talked with some buddies at the bar.

This is where the problem came in. A young guy came up to us and asked if he could sit at our table while he made a phone call. My daughter looked down her nose and said, "Briefly." After a few minutes he tried to pick us up. My daughter is almost 25 and I am 55, and this kid is hitting on both of us. He was offering us drinks, food, whatever we wanted. It was funny for about 20 seconds. We told him that we were celebrating my birthday and that he should move along so child's bf could join us. He started to get mouthy and I called the bf over. They clashed horns for a minute or so, and the creep moved to the bar.

The bf told me that I looked beautiful and that his 21-year-old bartender thought I looked great and asked for my number. I thought that was a very sweet lie.

The hassle with the creep continued until the bar closed. The creep would come to the table, apologize, shake everyone's hand, and then stare at us from the bar. I offered to go hit him, but my daughter wouldn't allow me to do it. The manager came over, offered us drinks, apologized for the creep, and I asked him to let me hit the creep just once. He scurried off and brought our drinks.

I found the situation to be hilarious. Here was this little creep, hitting on a girl and her mother while the girl's boyfriend is obviously protecting both of us. I again offered to just hit him once, but was refused the pleasure. I guess my daughter won't want to take me out drinking again. But it sure wasn't boring. I had a great time. I crawled in bed just before the sun came up.