File under 'D' for 'Duh': Serve the single woman

Friday night, once a month, my husband goes with his buddies to the last truly politically incorrect, worthless mens’ function still in existance: QB - Quiet Birdmen. You have to be a fairly high time pilot to belong, and you cannot be a girl. No stinky girls allowed.

So, when this rolls around, I make other plans. This evening, I decided to go out and do some shopping and then roll over to Bistro 7 for a martini and some sliders on my way home.

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