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“This is like a grown-up slumber party,” my friend Nirvi said as we made our way with our vegetarian mini quiche past the Zumba exhibition and a jewelry display at last night’s Just Us Girls event at the Delray Marriott.

And she’s right. I can not speak for every woman, because we are all different, and would not all be enchanted by a mostly chicks-only playground where, for ten bucks, you can taste wine, eat yummy pastry appetizers, watch belly dancers, hear singer/songwriter Howie Day, shop for shiny jewelry, purses, bras that you just had properly fit by a Neiman Marcus lady who knows what she’s doing, and those plastic hooks that lift the bra you already have if you didn’t want to buy a new one just then.

This is the second time that WRMF has held the Just Us Girls event – the first was at the Marriott near CityPlace last summer – and this one was even better. Bigger. With more cocktails and food (I heard there were both last year, but they were out by the time I got there, leaving me to face my judging duties in the pole dancing competition without liquid courage. Mean.)

My favorite parts of last night were hanging out with Liz Balmaseda, who you might know from the Palm Beach Post, the Miami Herald, her two Pulitzer Prizes  and her new novel “Sweet Mary” (I also wrote about her Miami book party yesterday); the delicious fruit wines from Homestead’s Schnebly Redland’s Winery (mango and avocado and lychees, oh my!) and Howie, who did a half-hour of lovely songs on his guitar at 10:30. My only complaint about the show, actually, was the time – after three and a half hours and a little lychee wine, a sista gets mellow. And the acoustic guitar doesn’t perk one up for the ride home, dig?

Even so, I thought he was charming – He has a new EP called “Be There” and did some stuff from it, including the David Gray-esque title track, and of course, his hit “Collide.” Remember when it showed up on commercials for “Pride and Prejudice” and it’s like “They were listening to Howie Day in 19th century England?” The genres may have been incongruous , but the lyrics were perfect for Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy – sometimes even when people don’t seem to fit, it’s inevitable that they’re going to be drawn to each other. The ladies who stayed to the end were singing along, and even in its mellowness, “Collide” injected some energy into the proceedings.

Delicious. Just like the lychee wine.