Thank god I was wearing the push up

Last night was the going away/send off party/my friends act like drunken idiots party for JP. He heads off for Texas tomorrow to spend the next three months being the biggest band geek in the world, riding on tour buses every day and sleeping on an air mattress. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

On a whim, I had invited the hottest musician around to come join us. He had met JP a few times when we were out and when his band played once or twice. No biggie. The fact that I have a crush like a 13 year old school girl on the boy is beside the point.

I never expected him to actually be there.

The gang got there before I did, as I had a previous commitment that kept me from joining them right away. As I was driving to the hangout spot JP called me.

"Your boy's here."

"Really?! Oh god, I'm glad I wore what I have on then."

JP laughed. "Right. How soon will you be here?"

"Give me 5 minutes."

"O.k. see ya soon."

We hung up and I started hyperventilating. Hot Musician was there. Hanging out. With us. Sometimes miracles do happen.

After I pulled in I took a few minutes to make sure I looked o.k. Hair? Brushed at least and laying nicely on my shoulders. Lip gloss? Freshly applied. Outfit? Perfect. My girls were in full display as I was wearing my new best friend. And a nicely low cut shirt. Hey, if you've got 'em, show 'em I say.

I started walking toward the bar when I heard a shout.

"Hey gorgeous!"

At first I didn't turn around because honestly, I usually don't think that applies to me.

Then a little louder and with that unmistakeable hint of the south "I said, HEY GORGEOUS!"

I whipped around and there was Hot Musician, sitting on the patio, talking on the phone, enjoying his beer with his feet up, cigarette dangling from his mouth. And sweet lord did he look hot.

"Hey ya handsome, how's it going?" I could feel myself blushing as we spoke.

"Not much, just hanging out here for a minute. You going inside?"

"Yeah."

"I'll see you inside then."

I proceeded to the door to the bar, found my friends and took my seat. Sure enough a little bit later he plopped down right beside me. We spent the rest of the night talking and enjoying each other's company. I wasn't drinking because, well, I'm poor right now but that didn't stop me from having a good time. Hot Musician and the rest ordered food, he offered to share with me but I declined as I recently reweighed myself and was feeling pretty damn good about the number I saw (12lbs gone for anyone keeping score). During the course of our conversations he touched my arm any number of times and made comments about my increased cleavage. I was totally eating it up too.

As he was getting ready to leave us, he hugged me good by, squeezed my arm and mentioned he was performing at an open mic event at one of the local watering holes Wednesday night. I just smiled and said I'd have to see if I could be there.

Which of course, I will.