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The Only Reason This Mom Drives Across the Big City

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Oh, those Hollywood nights.

Just last night some of my good friends and I met in the middle of Los Angeles for a much-needed moms night out. The middle happens to be Hollywood. (Well, technically, Beverly Hills is the middle but east-siders like myself do not do Beverly Hills.)

I left my house saying, "I'm leaving in five minutes," to which my husband replied with a steady OK. Five minutes passed and my Uber showed up.

"I'm leaving," I politely and positively yelled out.

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"What should I do?" asked my husband.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

"Feed them, goodnight everyone!"

And I was out the door.

I picked up my fellow east-sider girlfriend in the Uber, and we patiently (cough) waited for her husband to come home.

Our fellow west side girlfriend was sitting at the bar chatting up the bartender. That's what happens when moms go out I've noticed. We are so excited just to chat up people who are out. Especially younger people who are in "the business." It's interesting to hear if they are going on auditions or what they are pursuing.

Also, bartenders, generally, happen to be extremely good looking around here. It is Hollywood afterall.

Our very thin waitress walked us to our table, my girlfriend jabbed me and eyed her. "We used to be that thin too," I whispered.

The three of us sat down and basically couldn't stop talking. Food and drinks were ordered and our 4th showed up. It took her forever to get there (again L.A. = traffic, and she too had a husband story).

'Amazing how good-looking a crowd can be when you are married and have kids.'

I kept looking around the restaurant and, about an hour in, I noticed it was getting harder to hear. "This place is packed," I said.

We joked that because we got there so early I had mistakenly thought it wasn't doing very well anymore. I explained how it used to be an actual hardware store my husband shopped at back in the day, when there was no Target.

My friend reminded me it had been around for five years. Why does it seem like every restaurant I think is new has been around for five years? I know why. That's when I was deep in the fog of having babies. I can't keep up with the new hot restaurants. Although I do prefer the delicious food L.A. has to offer, so I often pick up a copy of the local city magazine and daydream about trying out all of the new spots.

Since our circles don't completely overlap, we talked about our husbands and kept marveling at how good everyone looked. One friend noticed a man wearing goggles, as if it was no big deal. I lifted up my camera to take a photo, and my flash went off. I hid behind my friend's poncho.

I tried to take a selfie while we waited for a turn in the restroom. After getting us at our best angles, we took in the collective beauty of everyone else.

"Amazing how good-looking a crowd can be when you are married and have kids," said my friend.

"Yes, why do they all look so good? So many beards and ponytails," I said.

Like we always do, we wished there was some club in the city that opened at 2 in the afternoon, for moms who would like to dance and go to bed early.

"Oh, please, beards and ponytails were in when we were younger," countered my friend.

"But everyone seemed sleazy back then," my other friend said.

"This crowd just looks like a bunch of cute young people trying really hard to make it."

My particularly funny friend said, "Someone make out with me now."

We walked out of the restaurant, 9:30 p.m. The night was young, but actually late enough for us moms.

A young hipster stopped a woman in our group and complimented her on the poncho. I held my cardigan closer to me and felt like I should be saying you kids have fun. It's not that we are significantly older, but we were worlds apart.

I hailed an Uber and talked like I always do about going dancing. Like we always do, we wished there was some club in the city that opened at 2 in the afternoon, for moms who would like to dance and go to bed early.

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My friend and I hopped in the Uber and laughed all the way home. We also talked about our husbands, which in turn made our Uber driver laugh.

It will more than likely be awhile before we all line up our babysitters, husbands and schedules so we can get together again. But I look forward to it. I'll rest up.

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