bartenderbaby

I mentioned in my blog yesterday that some shit went down around home that has taken a toll on my patience and sense of humor. In an effort to turn them around my husband and I took a night for ourselves and went to the bar for a bite and some cocktails.

It was a pretty slow night. Some of our friends were there, and only a few people I didn’t know. One of the kids (who was very obviously drunk.) was intent on playing pool. He swaggers up to the bar and says “Hey, how much are quarters?” to which the bartender replied without skipping a beat “They’re 75 cents for 3.” That conversation in itself was enough to raise my spirits for the evening.

Time flew by for the rest of the night. Toward the end (about two hours later) that same kid who was drunk when I got there, waddles over to our group and says to my friend J (who is also a bartender there) Will you make me a drink? She tells him that she’s not working, but B (who is working) will make his drink. He turns to look at the bar, turns back and says I don’t want B to make it, I want you to. You make them good-er.

No shit. I know I’m not a grammatical genius, but this guy made me laugh. We still joke about it at the bar.