A Night Out To Remember

Typically on Saturday morning, I had to work on a rush job that took longer to do than it should so had to ride down on the afternoon. I had been riding my motorbikes since I left school and now had a big fast bike so the 60 miles was no problem. No problem turned out to be "famous last words", I had barely got half way before it started to rain, one of those summer storms that last half an hour but dump enough water to swim in and I didn't bring my waterproofs. Then the ignition started to break down on the bike and by the time I had got the bike running again I was soaked.

I finally got to Liz and Sue's house a little after five and the party was supposed to start at seven. I opened my bag to get my party clothes out and to my horror found they were soaked too. Even worse everything was stained with mud and oil off the road. The only thing that wasn't wet was an old pair of shorts I had intended to use to sleep in.

Liz had planned to go to a gay nightclub after meeting her friends in the gay bar but it was a slightly up-market place and had a dress code on a Saturday and an old pair of oily jeans just weren't good enough. I said I would stay at her house while she went out with her friends but she wouldn't go out without her best and oldest friend with her. I wasn't going to let her stay in on her and Sue's fifth anniversary so there had to be a way for me to go with them.

My clothes were ruined and I needed to be reasonably well dressed to get in the nightclub. I said I didn't want to spoil her night out and would do anything to help. These were foolish words to say to Liz who had a sense of humour with a wicked edge to it. We already knew she could fit many of my clothes because she had borrowed most of them when she lived with me. A pair of jeans was no good as the dress code didn't allow them so we needed a decent pair of pants that didn't look too feminine. The same went for T-shirts, a nice shirt looking blouse would be ok.

We looked in her wardrobe and found nothing. There were lots of very feminine dresses and skirts, a few frilly blouses and little tops but nothing that could be mistaken for anything other than women's clothing. Sue's clothes were the same mixture of delicate girly tops and skirts. I was starting to lose interest in the whole idea when Liz obviously came up with a plan.