I had been so excited that Little Black Dress Vodka was coming out to do a free promotional sampling of this month’s feature drink – the Skinny Squeeze – for this month’s Girls’ Night Out screening of Bridget Jones’s Diary that I had called my mom and told her we should don our little black dresses and go check it out together.
Bridget Jones’s Diary seemed like the perfect fit for me this January in so many ways, not just because, like Bridget, I am a single woman in her thirties aspiring to lose weight, build a career and find true love, but because of Mark Darcy’s statement about how Bridget is verbally incontinent, prone to embarrassing moments and makes bad decisions, but he likes her just the way she is.
That seemed just about right for me and my start of this month at Studio Movie Grill. I had been driving my car around damaged from being hit by an 18-wheeler whose driver hadn’t been looking where he was going while I haggled with his insurance to get it fixed, and Sunday night my car began to die in the drive thru at In-and-Out Burger and I barely managed to crawl it off of Dallas Parkway into the driveway of a deserted Tetco station to call AAA for a tow.
Monday, I managed to get a ride to and from the office from an incredibly sweet coworker who was going to drive me in Tuesday as well, but that morning, I got out of the shower to finish getting ready, and the knob to the faucet broke so I couldn’t turn the water off. I had to cancel the ride and let my boss know that I’d be late. I managed to get emergency maintenance out to my apartment to fix it very quickly, and then managed to sweet talk my accountant father into coming over from Carrollton to drive me to the office by telling him that I really shouldn’t spend money on cab fare if my car was about to be totaled and I was going to have to start shopping for a new one. He came through for me like a champ and I managed to only be half an hour late.
As I continue to live out a constant stream of ridiculous mini crises, I totally related to Bridget’s social awkwardness at the office. This afternoon I had just verbally stepped in it with one of our top executives as he was telling us about a location he had scouted for potential to open a new theater that had the quirk of its surrounding property not allowing children in after 9pm. Trying to offer a positive explanation, I had said, “Maybe it’s just a quirk of that pharmacy, that they have to keep out children after a certain time because they sell pornography or something…” Yeah. Not something one of your professional higher ups wants to hear crosses your mind, but it was already out of my mouth.
It was then just hours before the screening and I was still sans vehicle, and had finally gotten a rental car reservation made by the insurance company after leaving the claims lady so many voicemails she probably approved my claim just to get me to stop calling. But was that the end? No.
Enterprise Rent-a-Car had apparently run out of cars available to rent out and they had accepted my reservation for a mid-size sedan, but with Dallas’s recent spate of stormy weather and voluminous auto accidents, they weren’t just short my sedan, but any other car either. After calling three locations, I pleaded with the third manager that I was on the verge of getting in trouble at work because I had been without a car for three days and my apartment was more than two hours away from the office by bus, and I needed to make it to work the screening at SMG Spring Valley.
Thankfully, one of the Enterprise managers heard my story and managed to wrangle me a Dodge Grand Caravan, but when he gave it to me, it was out of gas. I stopped at the Shamrock station on Plano Pkwy and Walnut Hill for gas, and at long last, made my way through the wind and rain to the theater.
I mingled in the bar area chit chatting with our patrons and taking photographs of people enjoying drinks for Girls’ Night Out. Most everyone was windblown and wet from the rain, but in good spirits, and I have to say the ladies stepping out for a night at our theater were all showing off their individual senses of style and having a good time. The Skinny Squeeze tasting was a hit. Almost everyone in the bar area waiting to see a movie had a Little Black Dress sample cup in hand, and the bar saw a surge in drink orders coming in. Mom, ever the vodka connoisseur, gave it the thumbs up.
I snuck jnto the auditorium just as our new TV personality Girls Night Out host, Shannon, was giving a comical introduction to the film. I wanted to get some pictures of her introducing the movie but the theater was so dark that I couldn’t see her through the view finder of my camera so I was snapping shots blindly in the dark and checking them on the digital display after they shot, so I think she was incredibly kind not to complain that I probably blinded her, at least temporarily, with my flash.
At last the movie started and my work was done. All in all after my crazy day, I was happy to see everyone enjoying our Girls’ Night Out. Just like Bridget Jones, give us a Skinny Squeeze and $1 tickets to Bridget Jones and we like SMG Spring Valley just the way she is.
For anyone who enjoyed the 178 calorie Skinny Squeeze as much as Mom and I did, I managed to track down a copy of the recipe to make one at home:
Shake Over Ice – Strain Into Martini Glass
1 ½ oz. Little Black Dress Classic Vodka
¼ oz. Cointreau
3 oz. Cranberry Juice
½ oz. Agave Nectar
½ oz .Lime Juice
Garnish: Orange Twist
Ding, dong! I think I will have one of those…