Three margaritas later I found it was harder to leave than I expected it to be. During a rare break in the action at the Lobster, Katie stopped by and invited me to her house for a "girls night".

"Nothing big she said, we'll just sit around, talk, bitch about men, stuff like that," she said smiling.

I nodded and told her I'd probably be there. "Sounds like fun and after today, I'll need a drink or two."

Because I managed to get out early a margarita was in my hand by 7:45 p.m. Danielle was already there and it didn't take long for the three of us to start sharing stories. Our first. Our last (they're both either married in Katie's case or engaged in Danielle's). And all of the others in between. I don't care what people may think, girls can be A LOT more raunchy than guys.

A lot.

The talk continued on to other subjects and before I knew it, the clock was showing 11:30 p.m. and I needed to get my butt home. 5 a.m. comes awfully early when you don't get to bed before 12 a.m.

We were having so much fun I didn't want to leave. But, well, my sense of responsibility screamed at me from the back of my brain something about work and being up early so I headed for the door, probably a little drunker than I should have been (bad Agategoddess).

But feeling better for the new friends I made over margaritas and good girl talk.