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Thursday, October 2, 2008

It's Ladies Night!

Just when we thought those pesky boys of dodgeball were the true rock stars, the ladies of the league had a super secret Girls Night Out, and boy was it. The lovely ladies started the night out Ostia where lots of sangria was consumed, tapas were passed, and they even learned a little spanish from the waitress. Things were tame, this is until they got to Pieces.

It was only at Pieces where the ladies let loose their inner rock stars (see all that Rock Band you been playing at home paid off!). Karaoke was the name of the game, and everyone had their signature song ready to go.

Two veterans showing you how it's done.


This is when we think Niki really realized she LOVES sangria.


Poppi laying down the law the way it was meant to be laid: by her!

Nobody ever took that stage solo, there were back up dancers, back up singers, hell there were even girl groupies, just like the rock stars have.


Some of our favorite renditions of the night included V showing Whitney crack IS wack with her take on "How Will I Know", Niki killing it on "Faith", and Anne (who maybe needs her own show in Vegas) showing up Cher with "If I Could Turn Back Time".

Like with any super secret party, you always have the party crashers, not that anyone minded. It was when the boys showed up did everything really start to get blurry. We are still convinced there were several staredown's when the ladies started to couple up and wonder off. We tried to find Poppi and realized she started a peace circle outside!

We did learn that Russell could rap to Lil' Kim, and he was totally gangsta. Who would have known such a sweet looking guy could get down with the queen bee?! Eventually the ladies needed a break from performing and headed to the Cubbyhole for the after-party. We knew something was up when the ladies pulled up in a car with 9 of them squeezed in! You heard us right, they piled 9 of them in one car! Girls it's only 3 blocks away, the rain really wasn't too bad.

At Cubbyhole, $2 dollar margaritas were inbibed and the jukebox was taken over. We saw some of the ladies defend their male counterparts against cocky patrons in the corner (You Go V!) while others jammed out to Guns and Roses.


Moral of the story, if the ladies go out, you better hope you are invited or find a way to crash the party.