makin' friends

Disclaimer: I have had four raspberry lemon drops (no Chambord issues tonight) in four hours. And I have danced [badly, most likely] to various rap songs during that time. Take this post as you will using that background information.

Let me say, I am pretty proud of myself for coming out from under the down comforter and heavenly lead-like bedspread at 9:45 p.m. to head upstairs to the funky nightclub in our hotel. Earlier in the day it seemed like a given - stay up until 2 a.m., wooooohoooo, no problem! But after the last PTA voting session? ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Yet I rallied.

Here are the friends I made this evening/morning:

Derek #1, a darling 26-year old "Director of Golf" (wtf? I still don't quite follow the job description) with *ahem* size 13 1/2 feet [please don't ask why we asked; it was quite innocent]

Derek #2, aka Skippy (because he totally looked like the boy from Family Ties), our waiter who sweetly humored our requests for crazy things like a glass of ice

Joe, the security guard who we thought was an EMT but was not, who was pretending to care about listening to all of our new Vice President's stories about labor and guilt and I can't really follow what else she's talking about

Michael, another security guard who could not appreciate the fact that he looked exactly like Seth Rogen with a crew cut. He refused to smile and finally said, "I would rather look like myself." Precious.

Ralph, yet another security guard who didn't really look like anyone but was super sweet. Did I mention that they are riding Segways? It was kind of hot. In the most nerdy sexy way possible.

Kone, the bouncer/doorman at the club who is from the Ivory Coast (which I smartly identified as "Cote-d'Ivoire;" he was totally impressed). He used to teach there and would love to do the same here; we gave him a contact. We are the coolest people ever.

I think we're being made to return to our rooms. Will post more adventures tomorrow.