“I don’t know,” I lamented. “My husband has to work that night.”

“Get a sitter,” insisted my friend Jesus. “You need a girls’ night.”

He was so right. Which is how, on a recent Wednesday, friends Stephanie, Christy and I piled into Stephanie’s very-much-not-a-minivan Honda to head downtown fo...

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