This will be the last baby shower I put together ever. I love planning events and getting people together but something about a baby shower is so horrible. After the Ooohs and Ahhhs over diapers some of us decided to go out for a drink. The first bar was one of my favorites Blind Robin. Usually I know the bartender and the people are pretty cool. Not last night. We sat in the upstairs part and the bartender came up to check our id's but when we asked for a drink he just walked away. Hmmm. Maybe we have a waitress? Nope. You have to order at the bar. That's fine but would it have hurt him to say so before we sat there for 10 minutes. Next bar please. On to Tumans, another favorite and I normally know the waitresses. Are we seeing a pattern here? Anyway we get there and the bartender was our waiter and came to the table, funny as hell and we had a great time. Our exchange started off like this; Bartender: So where you been all night? Me: At a baby shower. Bartender: Oh and now you need a drink right? Me: Yup. To celebrate not being pregnant. Bartender: You wanna work on that later?
As thrilling as that sounded I chose not to take him up on the offer.
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