Who let the MILFs out?

OK, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. After about a year of bonding over bellies and babies, my neighborhood moms group voted unanimously to rename our group "MILFs and Cookies." If you don't know what a MILF is, I'd probably prefer that you not look it up (I'm talking to you, Dad). It's a joke, but it cracks us up.

Anyhoo, the group started planning a MILFs Night Out for every other month. Our men take the babes and we hit the town. Last night started at the Velvet Cantina in the Mission, but after four rounds of margaritas, we decided that the dance clubs in the Mish could use a little MILF. We were tired but determined to extend the night. Of course when we arrived at a Senegalese club, Little Baobob, for our after-party, we learned that the dance floor was not yet open. It may have been a scandalously late night for us, but apparently 9:30 is still too early for most denizens of the Mission. So, we headed next door to the Beauty Bar. There were at least three more rounds of drinks and a lotta booty shaking. The MILFs were a hot commodity, although I must report that no cookies were distributed.

The blurriness of this photo may reflect the number of drinks consumed by the photographer.