Segue

I finally went and saw "Sex and the City" last night with my mom. It was amazing, and actually more graphic than I expected. Then again, "Sex and the City" started out on HBO and was pretty graphic, then it went through syndication and came to prime time, so they had to clean up their act a bit. I think I had a little more to drink last night than I should have, but, oh well. My mom and I split a 20oz strawberry margarita, which was awesome, then we went and had martinis and Piranha Killer Sushi. After developing a love for martinis, I couldn't believe I liked the margarita I had better.

My usual waiter was at Piranha, and he's an absolute sweetheart, but he flirts with me. A lot. Not in a disrespectful way, but enough to let me know he's interested. It's kinda hard to miss, with him sitting next to me in the booth and offering to test different martinis with me.. I eventually had to segue into the topic of my marriage last night. I couldn't not, but I was a bitch about it. He was visibly dejected, but he recovered well. No big. I also saw my other favorite waiter, who's become my backup, and he came over and talked to us. He seemed kind of disappointed that I was sitting in the other server's section. It makes me wonder if it happens a lot..

I wasn't drunk, but it was a small wonder I didn't KO on my way home. I sobered up a little when I stopped off in Wal-Mart for a couple things, and I did a couple things when I got home, but I felt it this morning.

And it'll happen again.

This morning I told my husband about letting my waiter know I was married. He smiled and made the comment, "Well I don't have to segue into anything because no one flirts with me anymore." Well, poor baby, but he also doesn't go anywhere for anyone to flirt with him. I'm the one that forever wants to go out for drinks and flirts with the waiters to avoid getting carded. My husband doesn't mind though. He actually enjoys the attention I get more than I do.. sometimes.