This is how you know you're not convinced a girls night out is the right idea.

I'm 28. Not old. But you know how you know you're old?

When you wear wool socks under your killer leather heels because it's winter. Wasn't there a time when you (I) would say "screw that!" because wool socks are bulky and definitely not sexy.

There was a time when lacy boot socks were the obvious choice- or knee high "nylons"...does anyone besides your grandma say nylons anymore? Better yet, a teensy, weensy skirt without ANY leg protection. Because you shaved your legs. And a bare leg is a sure way to get a dance partner...

Anyway, here's the proof.

A few weeks ago I went out to a new place (Tequila Cowboy...what a terrible name) with some girlfriends. We wanted a fun night out, a little girl talk- turns out, we are kind of lame.

In addition to wool socks, I was off booze for the month. And another friend is off booze for nine months, if you know what I mean. three-fifths of us are engaged or married. Despite the wool socks and other barriers, we had a fun time.

We danced with a few gentlemen, we people watched some really stellar twerking, played pool, and stopped a perv from taking unpermitted boob pics.