I'm glad we weren't your last stop.....

Ya know, ya gotta love (or not) the small groups of people who go on their weekend bar-hop-a-thons. We got to experience this group on Saturday night. Six of them spill into the lounge…..belly up to the bar….”Hi! Do you remember me?” “Of course I do!” (Doesn’t matter if I do or don’t) After the initials greets are out of the way, a couple of them order. Trying to get an order from the rest of them was like trying to pull teeth out. (Preferably not your own) Some wanted to know what others had ordered, and it took a minute for them to get an answer. Like it really matters. I mean, if you order scotch on the rocks, it doesn’t matter to me, I don’t like scotch and am not going to order it because you did……so I find “What are you having?” to be a totally irrelevant question and a waste of time.

I didn’t know who was with who, or if anyone was with anyone…so I asked them if they wanted this all on one tab, or how should I split it up. Again, the answer involved dentistry, and I never did get a straight answer from any of them, so I threw it all on one. I can separate later if I need to

Then four of them decided to dance. Now, we don’t have a dance floor per se, but when on occasion the mood strikes, people just get up and dance next to their table…or move to a small area where there are no tables. Not this group. One, who wasn’t dancing took it upon herself to move some tables out of the way. She started doing this part way through the song. I realized there was probably no stopping her, so I just watched. By the time she was done….the song was half way over, and when the song was done, so was the dancing.

I’m glad she had fun moving the tables, but those who were more sober, (everyone else in the restaurant) could see that it had been a wasted effort.

Shortly thereafter, I heard the words that were the most beautiful music I’d heard all night, “Let’s go to the next bar!”

I’m really glad that we weren’t your last stop.