Last night was supposed to be a quiet night in with some of Jacey's and my mutual friends (we usually do a Bible study on Thursdays). After two cancelations and just a little bit of deliberation, we decided it was time to finally go to happy hour at an Italian restaurant downtown. We'd been wanting to go for a while but it just never worked out, mostly because we tried to go on the weekend and happy hours are few and far between on weekends, which makes sense but it's inconvenient for my life. So we got dressed up (which meant I had to wear a bra after it was dark outside which is a mild form of torture for me) (oh and I wore jeans and I wasn't happy about it) and headed out to Giuseppe's, where I had my first Cosmo, (plus two), a mystery shot, and these delicious spicy baked garbanzo beans. And a meatball slider.
Since Jacey and I are just bright sunshiney rays of happiness whenever we're together we ended up making friends with the bartenders. That was a total lie, we ended up making friends with them because I was being my usual sarcastic (i.e. mean) self and Jacey was apologizing for my behavior.
Nate the bartender takes away my empty water glass.
Me: Oh now you're trying to get rid of me?
Jacey: Excuse her, she's kind of mean.
Me: He can take it.
(Nate gives me a full glass of water)
Jacey: We'll have another round.
But you know what, this resulted in Nate and "Dammit, Tom!" becoming our friends. Tom was the other bartender, and somehow we ended up calling him "Dammit, Tom!" for the whole night, and he loved it. Several times he was down at the other end of the bar and we would just yell "Dammit, Tom!!" and he'd start laughing. "Dammit, Tom!" just rolls right off the tongue. Try it. OUT LOUD.
When you're friends with the bartenders they give you free things.
And they make you mystery shots.
Nate: What else can I get you? Anything you want.
Nate: Uhh...you know what, yeah, sure. Anything.
Me: ... hmmmmm.
Jacey: He's talking about drinks.
Me: Oh. I was going to ask him to do 50 pushups.
Jacey: You're so bad at this.
Me: I know. HEY NATE. I want a flaming Lamborghini.
Nate: I can't light anything on fire, it's against the law.
Me: Sooooo when you said ANYTHING, you didn't actually mean ANYTHING, did you?
Nate: It doesn't count if it's ILLEGAL.
Me: You sound like a quitter.
Jacey: WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO PEOPLE.
Nate walked away and we decided we wanted an ombre drink because it would look pretty in pictures. Jacey said Nate probably wouldn't know what ombre was. I decided to give Nate a little credit.
Me: Nate, do you know what ombre is?
Me and Jacey: Really?
Me and Jacey: Really?
Nate: Yeah, you mean 'hombre' like, you're brother, right?
Me and Jacey: ......no.
Nate: Oh. Do you mean 'hambre' like hungry?
So we just asked him to make us a drink with 3 different colors. "But colors that look good together so we can take pictures!!"
Nate: You want complementary colors?
Then we left and the moral of the story is that sometimes you need to turn off Sons of Anarchy, put a bra on, and go to happy hour and make friends with the bartenders.