So I went out w/ friends this weekend to celebrate a good friend leaving the company and going back to school (go Lauren!!) and, lightweight that I am, had a GREAT time. We OWNED a mexican bar, at one point we were all cheering each other on in a circle and everyone in the bar was either joining in or watching. It was great. We then went to another bar where I saw a cute, tall, scruffy guy and talked w/ him at the bar about trying to get the one and only bartender's attention for his pitcher and my glass of water (we agreed if I took off my shirt we would get great service). He had to leave to play darts before his team had to forfeit and didn't get his pitcher. My friends convinced me that he was quite cute and it wasn't just my beer googles. Of course, I'm not sure how good their judgement was at that point either. So I buy the pitcher, go up to the guy and while his friends stand by and stare at this drunken redhead, I declare "Either the money for the beer or your phone number - which do I get?"
And I got . . . the money. Instantly the wallet came out. Apparently a girlfriend was in the picture. Hopefully he got a good story out of it and now I don't feel so guilty for sloshing about 1/3 of the pitcher onto his shoes while trying to get his number :-)
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