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El Magico Miguel.





....continued from last entry...





"Ok, EXIT HERE!"  I yelled halfway to our destination.

"Why??  Where are we hun??  There are only shopping centres here!"  my girlfriend complained as she unhappily got forced off the highway.

"Yes, but there's also a MOVIE THEATRE!" I announced.

The girls all look confused.

When we parked, I jumped out of the car and started running to the theatre.

"Go get your snacks and I'll meet you inside!" I yelled as I ran away from them.


Minutes later I saw the girls approaching me, holding ice cream and cold pop.  

I stood at the doors to theatre #9, and greeted them all as they made their way towards me.

"Good job on the cold snacks guys.  You'll need something to cool you down after THIS!"  


And I handed them their tickets to MAGIC MIKE XXL.

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I'd love to give you a rundown of what happened to us during that entire movie, but I don't think I can??

It was all a blur!

The movie was so ridiculously hot that I'm pretty confident we were just drooling ice cream the entire 2 hours.  

And that last scene with Channing Tatum and Amber Heard?  Well.....that was probably the SEXIEST scene I have ever watched in my LIFE!  I'm pretty sure that every woman in that theatre was secretly hoping to have been her!  I know I was!

Anyway, that movie had turned us all giddy and silly and WILD!

As we exited the theatre my BFF yelled, "I THINK I STARTED OVULATING DURING THAT MOVIE!!???"

My other girlfriend yelled back, "OMG!  ME TOO!!  What the HELL did that movie do to us???"

And as we walked out the theatre door, my other friend couldn't control herself and grabbed the doorway like a stripper pole and outta nowhere pulled off the sexiest Magic Mike dance move. I didn't even know she had it in her!!??  It's funny how girls weekends pull that stuff out of you, isn't it?? ;)

Anyway, we all fell to the floor and burst out laughing.

NOW we were finally shaken up and ready to party!  

My plan was working juuusssssttt perfectly :)

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At the hotel room later that evening, the champagne continued, and I was getting excited for our next event.

I held up my drink (in one of those tiny plastic champagne glasses) and in true Ridiculous Girl fashion, I said to my girls, 

"Ladies.  You ALL know that I'm all about manifesting whatever you want.  So, I ask each of you, what do you want to happen tonight?"

Without a thought, my BFF instantly yelled, "I WANT A DANCE OFF!!!"  

I burst out laughing as memories of my BFF flooded back of her having EPIC dance-off's with friends and strangers during our Toronto clubbing days.

"YES!!  Awesome!!" I laughed.

And one by one each of my girls went through their wishes for the evening.  

It started off as a cute little game until my one friend who had been feeling down about herself over the past year said quietly, "I'm tired of being alone.  I'd love to meet a guy tonight.".

We all went quiet and smiled at her.  

And I thought how interesting it was that such a fun and silly game between girls could bring out sometimes sad and raw feelings in someone that you didn't even know existed there in the first place.  And suddenly, I felt SO grateful for this moment and for this weekend away with my awesome chicks.

"And.....", she continued, "it wouldn't hurt to make out him either."

We all screamed and laughed and cheers'd.

My BFF then looked at me.  "Ok babe.  Your turn."

I looked at my BFF......and then at all of my girlfriends..... and smirked.

"Oh no.  I know THAT look.  Babe, what are you up to??"  she yelled at me.

"What do you mean???" I laughed back innocently, "I'm not up to anything!"

But my BFF knew me better than to believe that.

Even though I truly had NO IDEA what was going to take place that night, there was something stirring inside of me .......and I felt it.  It was an energy in me that could not be contained.  And she knew it too.

She knew that I had been through TOO MUCH in the past 3 years, and I needed to finally let loose and LET GO.  And tonight was the night.

I changed subjects and said, "Ok, ladies.  It's 7:30pm and we have to leave in precisely ONE HOUR.  So get dressed, put on your make up and LET'S GO!!"

"Where are we going for dinner hun?" my one girlfriend asked.  

"Sweetie,"  I answered politely, "We don't have time for dinner.  Show starts at 9pm.  DRINK UP!!"


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The cab dropped off us at 9:12pm.  We were late....AGAIN!  But a woman does need time to apply her ruby red lipstick perfectly now doesn't she??

I could already hear the music pumping.

"Hurry hurry!" I yelled, "It's starting!!"

"I'm hungry!" my one friend whined.

"I'll get you a martini with LOTS of olives!" I yelled back.

We made our way down the stairs, across a large foyer and then opened a huge set of double doors.

And there, they were.

Beautiful.....male.......stri........dancers!!!  Yeah, that's it, DANCERS!  



We were escorted, by a very muscular man who was dressed in an outfit that left little to the imagination, to the only table that was left - at the front of the stage.  Lucky us ;)

God love my girls who I'm sure were completely out of their comfort zone (as was I) but  started hollering and screaming the second we walked in.  I was right.  We ALL needed to let loose and let go this weekend.  

Now, just so you know, this is not one of those places that you take seriously.  In fact,  it tends to bring out more laughs than anything. 

BUT, I'll be perfectly honest......these guys were good.   

Their moves were very ........in the words of Ron Burgundy........"compelling, and rich".


With each dancer we got louder and more ridiculous.

I stopped hollering for a second to take a sip of my gin and 7.  I was hot and exhausted!  Hollering was hard work!!  And these guys were keeping the temperature of this place quite toasty with their slick moves and slick bodies.

I went to take another sip of my drink when suddenly my BFF nudged me.  I looked at her and she just smiled and pointed to the stage.

I turned around to see the next dancer.

And for the first time that night,  I became speechless.

I watched this gorgeous man walk across the stage and take his place.  

My eyes were totally transfixed.

He started dancing, and suddenly I wasn't laughing anymore.

This divorce party was getting better and better by the minute!

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About 20 minutes later, during the break, the girls and I were drinking and chatting when something VERY unexpected happened.

The gorgeous dancer came out of nowhere, walked right up to our table and knelt down beside me.

"Hi", he said.

(GASP!  Did I detect a Spanish accent???)

I giggled and replied back, "Hi".

And yes, in the SEXIEST Spanish accent he said with a grin, "I came by to introduce myself.  I wanted to know if you would like to go outside and talk for a bit?"

Ummmm.....what was happening here???  Was I still watching the Magic Mike movie??  

"Uhhh....sure." I said smiling.


I stood up slowly, grabbed my purse, and then looked down at my friends who were staring at me with their mouths open.

I giggled and said, "Yeah.....so.....like....I'm going outside to talk with him!?"

My best friend almost spit out her drink and said, "I'm sorry, WHAT???"

I looked back at the girls one last time as I walked away.  I gritted my teeth and widened my eyes as if to say to them, I know! This is CRAZY!??

I turned back towards him and when our eyes locked, I felt that crazy energy that I felt earlier.  He must of felt it too, because he smiled, grabbed my hand and led me towards the double doors.


And as I followed him,  all I could think of was.......

No....I wasn't watching the Magic Mike movie.....I was IN IT!!!

But this was the SPANISH version!  


So it wasn't Magic Mike anymore, it was now "EL MAGICO MIGUEL"!



And something told me that this movie's plot, with all of it's subtitles, was about to get a whole hell of lot more LOCO!

;)




...........to be continued.  AGAIN!
Because I can't possibly stop here now can I!??









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