We chit chat while I'm looking over the menu and sipping on my beer. Bartenders always have the scoop...and the poop.
Any way I place my order. She goes away and does whatever it is she does when she's not talkin' to me.
In walks this pair of (I hope) twenty somethings and has a seat at the bar. The 'tender obviously knows them. Sounds like they went to High School together or something. My friend the bartender is a very nice person. These two girls seems to be snobby little snots. But the three of them seem to get along just fine.
One of them orders a strawberry Margarita. And it goes into a big schooner type glass. But there's a little left. So my bartender friend asks me if I want the rest.
Sure...Who am I to argue. Holey crap! There must have been a quater of a bottle of tequila in there. Glad I didn't get the whole thing. You can barely taste any fruity goodness.
The other one orders a melon Marg...Sounds awful...Again there was a little left over. And I get it. WoOt! It was okay. I wouldn't order one but...
i watch these three interact for a while. My friend the tender is obviously going out with these two after she gets off work.
She mixes and "Experiemental" drink for the three of us. Comes frozen. Sour Grape stuff of some kind, mixed with Stolies and well blended. Served in a cocktail glass. It was pretty good actually.
Time for me to go. I pay up. Nothing on my bill except my food and a glass of water.
Got a pretty good buzz just for the cost of my dinner...Heh!