My best friend Marcia (she of the east-coast, near-Philly, why-haven't-we-transferred-out-there? variety) had a gift certificate to her choice of a list of restaurants. And a BABYSITTER.
So being fearless (and time-constrained) she briefly scanned her choices, and settled on a little bar-restaurant billed as
"Swanky, stylish restaurant & bar scene. Brunch & dinner served"
Really, how far off the mark could this married, middle-aged, parents of 2 actually BE?
.......... ummmmmmm.......... judging by the baskets of 'Trojans' helpfully provided outside of each of the 4 co-ed bathrooms..... pretty damn far off the mark.
And hey, I always thought her husband was kinda hot, apparently I'm not alone.
Well, OK, I'm alone for MY people!
Well anyway, other than the cranking-loud grinding gay bar, they had a lovely time in the tiny but elegant courtyard dining area, and a very lovely meal. And Marcia's husband was CHECKED OUT, a fact he little appreciated.
Marcia says she'd go back for the food... probably WITHOUT her significant other. Too bad I'm all the way out HERE in the midwest.
Because stuff like this almost NEVER happens to us! (well, except for that time I got hit on by a TRULY gorgeous blonde woman IN the ladies locker room of the Chicago Yacht Club, Belmont station.....still shaking my head over that one...
Because face it, I'm kinda
OK, I'm not Marcia's HUSBAND or anything.........