Saturday Night Was Finally Here
One Saturday, Lori was at the beauty shop in Morgan's Cove. The owner, Lana, had just settled her under one of the dryers with a magazine and a cup of coffee. Her blond hair was set in large rollers. She was one of Lana's regulars, coming in every Saturday for years.
She was especially eager for her hair to look good tonight. She and her bff, Ruba, were attending a concert over in Margaritaville, a nearby town. It was at a club where people of all ages went to drink and party. Tonight there was a special singer scheduled to perform. He was one of the contestants who had appeared on American Idol. Simon and the other judges had eliminated him in the third round. He was still an impressive singer though.
Lori made a mental note of what to wear. She had some black denim jeans and a blue sweater that would look very elegant. She would wear her new platform shoes with the ankle straps, and one of her favorite jewelry sets. She had three to choose from. Tonight she'd wear the blue set to match her sweater.
As she and Ruba, her best friend, got ready they were especially careful with their hair. They wanted it to look perfect. Both planned to look flashy enough to stand out among the other women. Lori put on pale green earrings to match her green top. Ruba had on crystal earrings and matching bracelet. She was dressed in a pale yellow outfit.
She griped about her long brown hair, saying it just didn't look as good as it usually did. Lori asked if she had heard of nioxin intensive therapy recharging complex. No, why did you smooth it on your hair, she asked. Lori smiled and explained to her friend that it wasn't a hair cream, it was tablets you took to promote healthy hair growth. She mentioned that it worked for her. Well, Lori's hair did look really good tonight.
They were well prepared for the concert. They had on some of their best clothes and were ready for a great evening. The car had gas, inflated tires and they had phone numbers to call for a cab and any emergency that would arise. They knew they would not leave their drinks sitting for even a minute. They were well aware of all the perverts that were lurking around these nightclubs looking for targets.
They carried hobo handbags that matched their shoes. They opened them to make sure they had credit cards and identification cards, as well as driver's licenses. Lipstick and hairbrushes were added. They headed out to the club in Margaritaville. They didn't speed as they couldn't afford a ticket or to be late to the concert. This singer had not made the last round on Idol, but he was still famous to their way of thinking.
