Girls' night out.

I know I said I would write about what three wild lunch ladies - and one custodian - do when they get together on a Sunday night, so here it is. We headed to a local casino and watched Bobby Vinton strut his stuff. After we all climbed into my bosses SUV and headed out, we realized that no one knew how to get to where we were going. Several cell phone calls later, we were on the right road and on our way.

We arrived at the casino in plenty of time to eat at the restaurant, only to be told that it was by invitation only; and we were not invited. We stood in line with a couple hundred other people waiting to see they concert, and ate nachos and a half a tuna sandwich. I shared the other half with a nice couple from Minnesota.

Seating at the concert was stupid. You could buy tickets for the platinum, gold, or silver sections, but there were not assigned seats within the sections. You had to wait in line, and when they opened the door, hope you were able to get a good seat before some old geezer in a walker could. No offense meant to old geezers. The older people who were there really knew how to rock. Well not, so much rock, as to bob slowly in their seats. We felt like absolute babies.

I have to admit that when they asked if I wanted to go and see Bobby Vinton I said "Sure" - not because I wanted to see him, but because I wanted a night out with the girls. I didn’t care what we did. However, when Bobby came out on stage and started singing I was impressed. He puts on a great show. He still has an incredible voice for an older man and he has a lot of energy and can still shake it. His interactions with the audience were so sweet; he made time for all the ladies who wanted a kiss from Bobby. We had a great time.

Afterward, we headed to an IHOP for a late dinner and harassed our waiter. We left a good tip, but he probably thought us nuts. He’d have been right. Today was tough, though; I am not used to staying up that late.