The "cock"pit crew

After a heavy dose of activity, coug and cub await the flight home. Loading on the plane, they are stuck in less than glamorous seats, coug in between a yamaka man with horrid breath and creepy eye lady and cub surrounded by pious, pinched old lady and bushy man that just wanted to sleep. Painfully they prepare for take off. Announcement....the brakes are broken, plane needs repair, everyone can hop off the plane and go grab a bite.

Heading back to the counter, they notice the dark, handsome pilot eyeing us. Sneaky glances, flirty intentions abound. they grab the boarding passes and enter the tunnel to the plane, once inside the coug busts out, "he liked me better." She turns to see that the pilot is right behind her. Oh crap, that was loud! The cub continues to say, "Yeah I am attracting all of the little boys these days" And much to their dismay, the pilot says "I can hear you girls!" They are busted by the pilot. They part ways as he moves to the cock pit and the girls go back to our humble middle seats. Then they realize that they simply cannot miss the opportunity to toy with the pilot. The girls spring back up and head to the front of the plane, the nice older flight attendant waives them through to the cockpit. There were gadgets everywhere, the seats were super plush, they got the low down on everything from turbulence planning to autopilot, to the altitudes you can fly to burn less fuel......then they got to sit in the big pilot seats and wear the captain hats! The pilots were more than generous with the girls and very informative as well. Finally, the flight attendant had to put an end to the flirtations and kicked them out so they could take off. But the fun does not end there. The pilots, each of them, found some reason to do a lap through the plane to check the girls out once more and give them the VIP hello amidst the herds of random passengers. Despite the crumby middle seats, the girls felt so VIP and in the know. About an hour before landing the ladies get a creative surge and write a poem to the pilot on the barf bag. The poem turned out fabulous, commenting on everything from his turbulence management to this big strong arms to the choices he would face between the coug and the cub? Cub takes the note up to the front to ask the flight attendant to pass it along to the boys. She turns back and the lady opens it, covering her mouth, laughing, calling the other flight attendants to run over and read it. They all huddle around giggling and pass it up to the pilot boys. So, the ladies had provided some amusement for the airline staff this particular evening. At the close of the flight, they bond with the pilot, hang out in the "cock" pit, exchange info and part ways.

Antics with Misha

May we introduce another friend of ours, we will call her Misha. She is adaptable, and can shine in any situation or location, always impressing people with her worldly aura. She has mile long legs like Heidi Klum and can shit talk better than anyone I have ever known. Its an impressive combination to say the least.

Tatiana and Misha have many stories which will be added with time, many an entertaining tale!

One evening in NYC, the girls start off at happy hour where many good suit boys are lurking. Some dudes approach, buy up drinks and begin the chatter. Interesting enough the girls continue until they feel stifled. They all get up to head out for a restroom break, instead Misha and Tatiana decide to make a run for it. They sprint back to the back of the bar, and dive into a booth to hide from the average, overly excited dudes they just met. As they crouch in the dark booth peering over the top to see if the dudes took the hint and bailed, the girls get a hello and a chuckle from a hot blond guy who becomes amused with their antics. The girls slowly sit up when the coast is clear, and find their new fun friends of the evening! The boys are from the NY Times, and finishing up a little post work drink. They enjoy a few drinks and then a few more. They decide to head out to find more fun. Seats in the car a plenty, Tatiana decides to ride on his lap. Preserving seat space perhaps? Misha hangs with the funny guy who resembles Tom Green. They all go to Tenjune and already tipsy, they start dancing to random songs and climbing on furniture with their new boys. Laughing, drinking, dancing and having true and innocent fun. Well in their minds this is innocent?! Finally they decide that they need to go home, a girl must at least get a few key hours of sleep before the next night of partying.....so blond, Canadian, NY Times hottie consultant boy fetches us a big stretch white limo and the girls hop in. Tatiana infamous at this point for lap riding, hopes on and they have a flirtacious ride home with Misha across the way raising the bar, raising the humor quotient and keeping Misha in line. He asks for more, but gets nothing. The girls call it a night with dreams of pizza that they will enjoy the next day!

From Young Bucks to Silverbacks

It is always amazing the range of men in a bar that think they have a shot with one of us. I mean, a serious 25 year spread can be occuring on any one night. That is a large range even for the most open minded of chicks. This is the tale of big spreads of boys trying to get a piece.

First there were banker boys of all ages post work party saying hello,
The older dude & the young buck both hoping to get past go.

Nice enough, we chat and banter about meaningless crap,
Hoping not to get stuck too long in this mediocre man trap.

The Silverback sets up post at the end of the bar,
Staring, neck cocking, he hopes that he is on par.

After about 15 stares and glances in a 5 minute session,
he gets the guts to approach the coug to seal his intentions.

Standing between 2 boys, she glances up to see Silverback square in the face,
drunken, and wreaking of whiskey, she wishes she had some mace!

He finally retreats back to his post.
The coug has a psycho admirer she boasts.

When the silverback moves back in for the kill,
the cub steps up and tells him we've had our fill.

The cub saves the day, the young buck looks on with awe,
He just wants some love, but his actions are raw.

The cub teaches him a thing or two about what women want,
Descriptive, X-rated, the words entice and haunt.

Its 3am and the men have been slowly shot down,
If you want to feel good, just come to this town!

All in a good nights fun for the coug and the cub,
Toying with boys & old men, while we rock the pub.

Cain and Groping

Why is it that some boys, I realize not all fall into this category...but enough of them do, so lets continue........why is it that some boys feel it necessary to grope the inner thigh area when dancing up on you? Hellooooo....do we need to wear protective spike strip thigh highs or what? One fine evening, the crew jetted to Cain. The coug, the cub and the shoediva meet up, go inside, find our people with bottle service and begin moving to the beats with 10 million other people. While the coug is not violated tonight, the cub and shoediva get hit with groping hands! Grabbing, Groping Hands are entering dresses, trying to weave their way into tights, hands are rubbing exposed skin below minidresses, and the worst of all worst....the boys seem a bit excited if you know what that means? Has this happened to you? Dancing can be fun, it can be freeing, and girls enjoy it and can literally do it all night. But when the gropers of the world dance up on us, we lose our motivation to keep on dancing, our moves are interrupted, we become attached to their groins which screws up the rhythm something fierce and the male is getting frustrated, too.
My advice to any dancing males out there, listen to Beyonce's song, Check on it, you can find it on itunes and do listen to the words my friend:
"You got it , flaunt it, boy I know you want it......You watching me shake it, I see it in your face, you can't take it, its blazin, you watch me in amazement. You can look at it, as long as you don't grab it, if you don't go braggin, I 'm a let you have it. You think that I'm teasing, but I ain't got a reason, I am sure that I can please ya, but first I gotta read you."

"I can tell that you want to taste it, but I'm goin to make you chase it, you have to be patient, I like my men patient. More patience will get you in more places, you can't be abrasive, has to know the pace."

The moral of the story is that the ladies make look hot swaying on the dance floor under the flashing lights, and you may be all worked up, but you gotta get some control. Maybe you can repress the need to grope if you have 2 drinks in your hand, that could be a solution for the hand-challenged dudes of the world? Just double-fist it and boogie down and watch us looking good. Beyonce says it well, appreciate it, watch it, enjoy the view, but don't grab it. You will get farther if you say no to groping....trust me. Chicks don't like to take home gropers. The fun will end on the dance floor. If you play your cards right and let us dance in our space, and you refresh our drinks and smile and look hot near us we may in fact take you home and it will be a hell of a lot more enjoyable than the lame groping you would be getting on the dance floor my friends.

Buddakan Bartender Boy Toy

Buddakan in NYC's meatpacking district is not only an aesthetically beautiful place, but it does draw some beautiful people as well. Beyond the eye candy, there is indeed high quality, creative cuisine that is sure to please those with an adventurous palate.

This particular evening, Trixie and Trista, were in town and were happy to have a girls night out. All decked out, they headed to the bar to grab a drink. Crowded, music filtering above the conversation, gorgeous people huddled together with martinis, they shimmy past the masses and find the gem of all gems....2 barstools open and the most spectacular view of all time--a tall, dark, young, strapping, handsome bartender before their eyes waiting to account for our every need. It was almost like they had X-ray vision through his black ensemble.....they could just tell that there was a ripped, amazing body lurking beneath the clothes and they just visualized his well kept, impeccable form. Ahhh....drink in hand, exhilarating view, a coveted spot at the bar in one of NYC's best spots and both of the girls looking smashing, nothing could be better?!

It continues to get better. The flirty eye exchanges, the coy smiles, the dance of seduction...it was so on. They both give him the looks and continue toying with this fabulous boy. He loves it. Eventually he talks them into cancelling our table reservations and staying to dine at the bar right in front of him, which they find agreeable. He recommends some items, and they comply. Bring it on baby. He was so good at filling their every need, anticipating when they needed more vodka, more water, another course. The evening with boy toy ends with him providing the location of where they should head the next night, as he will be bartending at a roof top spot and that he will be hooking us up with drinks and attention of course. Mission accomplished.
BTW-he recommended the General Tso's Dumplings (yum) and the edamame dumplings (my fave). The boy has some potential.

An Introduction to the infamous Rockin Chicks

We represent a small-moderate sized element of the population that encompass the following attributes: Fun, Smart, Savvy, Beautiful (without being overly boastful), Bold, Adventurous, Silly, Fashionable, Interesting, Well traveled, in the 20s-40s age bracket and full of great stories, flirtations, tales and adventures that really should be documented and shared for the world to enjoy. There are certainly bits and pieces of knowledge that many a person could draw from and learn from. There may be specific tips that may genuinely improve your life and make it richer, fuller and more fabulous. Who wouldn't want that? So if you are enticed, which I am sure you are, read on and follow the tales of these rockin chicks.