Wow…you have a baby…in a bar

Got an invite to the Scottiana Spawn's first birthday party in Delaware. I wrote back to Tati telling her that, while I certainly wanted to come, I haven't seen her in ages, and while I certainly like all of her friends, I'd really like to have some QT with just her. She responded with, "How about Maura and I come into town tomorrow for happy hour?" Naturally, I was delighted. She told me to pick a bar, and mentioned she'd have the baby with her.

This presented a problem, as I'm unschooled in the ways of the baby, and I certainly don't know which bars, if any, are baby-friendly. I asked around, some suggestions were thrown out, and we decided on Vol de Nuit.

Catching up was fun, as was making the baby do shots. Kidding! The baby mostly slept, which I found impressive. Tati explained that they make sure it's noisy when the baby is sleeping so she won't end up being a light sleeper. Who knew? If I may also point this out, the kid had on a shirt that said, "Famous in Japan" and really, how fucking cute is that?

Tati was waiting in line for the bathroom to "give the baby a blast of food," which presented me with a hilarious visual of Tati dressed in tights and a cape with Superbreasts, and someone asked her, "Are you allowed to bring a baby in a bar?" People are dumb. There was also a chick with dreadlocks who would not stop staring at Tati and the baby. Actually, having the baby was really helpful, because when I went up to the bar and ordered, I got to say, "We have a tab. Table with the baby."

When I got home, The Roommate had left me birthday present #2. (Birthday present #1 was a light blue T-shirt that said, "Stay Golden" with a picture of the Golden Girls. So awesome.) Birthday present #2 was a bag that was SO HOT I left her this voicemail message.

It's Jess. I just got home, and I am so in love with this bag. Thank you! If you come home and you don't see it, it's because I took it in my room to fuck it. Bye.

I'll take a pic if I remember. Adventures this weekend. Date next week. Bad poetry in a few hours.