After jujitsu today, a large portion of the class went to a local steakhouse pub to celebrate one of the instructors’ 32nd birthday. Let’s see, class ended at 8:45p, so we changed, cleared out… I was sitting at the restaurant past 9pm looking at a menu. This conversation…

Me: I shouldn’t be looking at food.
Vanessa (Navy Chick): You’re in a restaurant! Of course you should be looking at food!
Me: But I’ve resolved to stop eating past 6pm.
Rebecca: WHAT?! You can’t not eat, you just worked out!
Laurel: Just think of it this way. You ordered a drink. It would be irresponsible of you not to have some food with your alcohol.
Me: I know, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have ordered that Redheaded Slut.
Vanessa: No, you HAVE to drink! We’re celebrating Ramon’s birthday!

…with alcohol, later came THIS conversation…

Vanessa: (motioning at the four of us girls at the end of the table) We should start a band.
Rebecca and Laurel: YEAH!
Laurel: We can call ourselves Attention Whore.
Me: That is a good name for our band, cuz that’d be the reason we’re starting one.

…with more alcohol, the conversation evolved to THIS…

Vanessa: Okay, so our band’s gonna be called The RubSluts.
Me: Wow, can you imagine what great costumes we’d have with a bandname like that? Are we gonna be in all rubber?
Vanessa: Yeah, with tiny short skirts to dance onstage with.
Laurel: I’ve always wanted to be a go-go dancer. (doing some go-go dancer moves with her arms)
Me: And we can wear fuck-me boots with holes in them…
Vanessa: I HAVE a pair of those, patent leather boots from Frederick’s of Hollywood! They’re the most awesome boots, and they have holes on the side! I went to a goth club wearing those and this woman asked if she can photograph my boots for a flyer.
Laurel: We should go clubbing!
Me: Yeah, let’s all go goth and go to a goth club!
Vanessa: You want to! There’s an event this Saturday. It’s S&M night. You guys’ll fit right in!
Me: Can we connect a chain from someone’s penis piercing to a collar around my throat, and then I’ll just snap my head like this (quick sideway tilt of my head) to get him to c’mere!
Laurel: (just tuning in again and thinking that I’m swishing my head/hair to the live metal band that we’d been shouting over) Yeah! Whoo! (swishing her head to the music, too)
Me: No, no, that’s not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about S&M!

Yup. When the chickas in jujitsu chat, the men stop and listen.