A Night Without My Wedding Ring

I hit the town on Saturday night with Gracie Spooner. And you wouldn't believe it but before we were due to go out I injured my wedding band finger. Mind you it was actually perfect.

I mean perfect in that it was a test to see if I've still got it. At 36 I wanted to know that I could still pull in the men if I desired. You know what I mean?

Gracie and I couldn't have looked better either. I happened to have my hair appointment that day so I was feeling fabulous. Plus I had on all the gear: skinny jeans with killer lace up boots and the works. Even my husband jokingly said that I looked too hot to be roaming the city.

Anyway, we kicked the night off early by hitting a cool new and happening bar. Except that when we got there it was full of hen's parties (or bachelorette parties). Yes, all girls. But we didn't really care that much as we wanted to ease into the night. So we just gossiped away and let the cocktails slip down before moving on.

Our next hot spot was pumping at first glance but then as we looked around it was just so young. Full of young girls throwing themselves at the boys. I mean, where were all the happening sophisticates that wanted to run wild? Again we went into gossip mode (and at the same time I was thinking that my husband was not going to believe I didn't even get eye contact). Actually my eyes were intently on Gracie and concentrating on her gossip but that's beside's the point.

You have to remember I had no rings on and looked hot and Spooner looked hot and was having man issues - so we weren't going down like this. So my next bright idea was to go gay for the night. And not for each other! We went to a happening gay bar, which was actually pretty trendy and cool. Mostly gay men and hetero couples though which made us wonder where the chicks were. Of course Gracie made me find out the scoop from the bartender with my American accent. But before I leaped into a spiel we decided we had to be from out of town to be asking such a lame question. We settled on New York. And I was an advertising exec while Spooner was an entertainment lawyer. Once that was sorted I asked about the best hangouts for girls on Saturdays. The girl bartender immediately said, " 'Girls' don't do Saturday nights in Sydney. They go out on Fridays." Well, okay then. What was left? We couldn't even be gay if we tried. I mean really. It was time to call it a night!