Kids At The Bar
I am at that age where all my friends have or are expecting kids, and it's pretty cool. I guess that I'm lucky, because all of those kids are really cute. I'm probably biased but there you have it. Also, I'm of the opinion that all my friends are cool too. So when I arranged a little couples football watching get together at J Blacks this past Saturday I was pleasantly surprised when my friends 'The Republicans' - as Jason calls them - Brought their adorable little boy Rex to the bar. We posted up in the back corner, surrounded ourselves with sofas and chairs and commenced to watch football, catch up and drink Bloody Marys while little Rex wandered around, gurgling and playing with Cheerios. Occasionally, Rex's dad would pick him up and walk him around the bar, letting him flirt with all the waitresses and get a change of scenery so he wouldn't get bored and cry. In fact, he didn't cry at all but as soon as he got a little gripey, the parents packed him up and left, as to not bother anyone. It was such a great day, and I was really glad that my friends brought their little fella with them. I've got a feeling however, Jason is not going to agree with me...