Tonight I went to happy hour with Margaret from Nanny Goats in Panties, Ms. Chick from Limit Reached, and Joan*, a woman I know from Twitter. Originally I was hesitant about going because I have been so irritable lately that I didn’t want to subject my friends to my attitude problem. When I’m in those moods it’s much easier to stay at home and grumble at my computer than to risk going out and shooting my mouth off about whatever is bothering me at the moment. I am fortunate, though, in that my friends allow me to rant and rave and don’t take it personally. Well, that’s what they told me, anyway.
Even with my pervasive attitude problem, it was a fun time. We talked about everything from online dating to prostitution in the Central Valley. Those are the kind of friends a woman needs, I tell you, where you can discuss the big issues interspersed with comments about dried out nachos and whether or not your chicken quesadilla did, indeed, have chicken in it.
Water, water everywhere.
After one Cape Cod, I was a little buzzy and more sassy than normal, so I switched to water, as did Ms. Chick. Once we all got glasses of water, I noticed that the servers were coming over a lot more often, more so than I thought they were when we were actually buying food and beverages.
Which brings me to my point. In recent years, I’ve noticed at several restaurants that the wait staff are committed to proper customer hydration. Sometimes they will hover over your table, pitcher of agua in hand, ready to refill your glass. It’s a little frightening. When I lived back east, there was a restaurant I frequented that was notorious for this. The bus boys would stand by, just waiting for you to put down your glass so they could refill it. One time I went there with Mr. X and a friend for dinner. When we saw the water boy head to our table, we agreed to keep drinking and not put down our glass, just to see what would happen. Do you know that guy glared at us, just waiting for one of us to break? (In case you were wondering, I was the first one to put down my glass. I’m not a champion water chugger.)
We decided that this would be a great headline for an online ad: Single Woman Seeks Well-Hydrated Man. The only downside, though, is that most men would think it said “hung” instead of “hydrated.” Which isn’t a bad thing if you are looking for a hot date.
*Not her real name. She likes “Mad Men” so I figured I’d give her a Mad Men- related pseudonym.