Friday was the first time in a very long time any of us at the office have felt like going out for a couple of after-work toddies.
Everyone used to do that a lot in My Honey's group.
Ya know, just a couple of beers to take the edge off and get relaxed for the week-end.
Since there were a couple of business associates in from out of town, we all stopped at Boston's.
When I ordered my 3rd margarita, I told MH he was going to be driving me home.
I don't drink much anymore and even having eaten appetizers, I sure don't take chances with drinking and driving. The others only had to walk across the street to their hotel and MH only had two beers.
So we were good right?
We decided to order one more round and then everyone was going to head for home.
But the snot-nosed waiter refused to serve us our last round. He told us he wasn't comfortable serving us any more alcohol and closed out our tab.
Needless to say, we were all pretty surprised.
There wasn't a single one of us that were even close to being "drunk", although I'm sure the only one who would have passed a breathilizer was MH...and he was the only one driving.
So we told the kid that.
But no dice, he sent the manager over to tell us that once a server said they would not serve a customer, they could not give us another server or let us sit at the bar.
Apparently, I laugh too loud.
No...I am not kidding. The manager told us that everyone seemed to be okay, but that my laughter was a bit loud and it make the server uncomfortable.
Have you ever heard of such a thing??
Needless to say, that waiter screwed himself out of a big, fat tip. Our Canadian friend picked up the tab and left the dumb-ass waiter a $2 tip.
Of course, the last thing you ever want to tell a bunch of rough-neck, oil-field trash is that they CAN'T drink anymore. So the party was on.
We walked over to another bar and closed the place down.
Six margaritas and 4 shots of god-knows-what later...
We all ended up in a taxi headed for home. They have a fabulous driver service here where the taxi comes to get you and they bring a driver that brings your vehicle home as well.
All I can say is that thank goodness is was snowy and drizzly here all day, cause at least I don't feel bad about doing absolutely nothing except for holding the couch down all day.
I don't know what those shots were...a couple of them were Pink...in celebration of the Pink Rig kicking off this coming week, one of the shots was 2-tone brown and another was a very pretty blue. They were all very good.
As both MH and I eased around very carefully today, we came to the conclusion...
Either we need to train for such events harder...as in drink more regularly...
Or remember we are not hard-core, youngsters anymore and not overdo it.
I think the both of us are leaning toward the not overdoing it...
LOL-Yea, that will never hold up. Give it a few months and we will forget how badly our heads hurt the day after and do it again.
We never claimed to be very smart, now did we...LMAO.
Oh well, you can take the red-neck out of the trailer park, but you can never take the trailer park out of the red-neck.
At least we all got to blow off some steam. We needed that desperately. The last few weeks have been absolute hell. If it hasn't been one thing, it's been another. Just when we think we have made a step forward, we get yanked back two. Hopefully when this is all over, I can share with you all the details. It's quite a story.
Needless to say, none of us will ever spend another dollar in Boston's. That was just stupid how they handled that. Hell, I've been in bars that have a drink minimum...never been to one that had a drink maximum...or where you had to be careful not to laugh too loud. Sheez!