Not That There's Anything Wrong With That....

...if that's what you are.

Ok my take on the night. We didn't feel like going "OUT"-out so Deb and I decided just to stop by the good ol' Sandbar for a drink-to feel like we at least accomplished something. I met her there at ~8. Sonia was behind the bar donning an "I (heart) BOOZE" tee and had apparently been displaying her fondness of the juice for quite some time before we arrived. After a few "diet and rums" made Sonia Style, and a couple complimentary shots, another girl who apparently works there started talking to us. The conversation included her interest in setting one of us up w/ her 'awesome' cousin, asking us if we could agree to be a sub in a soccer game tonight at soccer world, and also inviting us to a drink with them at parkway pub after they closed up-requesting our numbers about 10 times throughout the whole dialogue. Shortly after that another customer that had been mumbling about how her husband-who was also at the bar-was most likely not going to be faithful to her that night since he was the only male in the company of 5 drunk women-if you didn't already assume, this man was about as irresistable as a shirtless al roker eating a fried chili cheese dog on a humid afternoon. But apparently love is blind and she just KNEW we'd want him. (deb I don't think you noticed her saying this-selective hearing) Weeell as I was saying, this lady-in no sense of the word-tottered her way over and tried her best to talk to deb and I. I was trying MY best to be preoccupied with counting the floating dust molecules in the opposite direction of her skanky breath, occasionally nodding to whatever was coming out of her mouth(selective hearing strikes again). FINALLY after a few moments Deb confusedly/mortifiedly exclaimed "Hillary, she thinks we're together!" We find ourselves turning to Sonia to assure this woman we are not. Luckily Sonia stopped showing the guy her red burn marks on her @$$ from tanning earlier to come over and testify to our straightness.

After a little more clarification the girl and the skank started dancing on the other side of the bar. The husband asked our ages, I said I was 38 deb said she was 15 and we were out the door. The get away was halted due to our hesitation at my car to discuss how disturbing these people were-the girl came out to ask what happened and why we ran out. We composed and acted like nothing was wrong. She mentioned it was Penny's bday and she had a card in her truck so we did the only logical thing and went over to sign a happy bday message to our favorite bartender Penny. Before our escape the girl continued to ask for our numbers saying she wanted to give them to her cousin, and then mentioned he had a girlfriend-"but not really" and that she herself wished he wasn't her cousin so she could date him. I don't think either of us knew what to do with this. I feel we did not make the right decision-give wrong numbers and never go there again would probably have been "the better choice"!