There are a group of us - we've recently joined - who get sitters and do a "couples night out." In supper club fashion, the "president" - yes, there is one - chooses a restaurant once a month and we all get together. In the interest of full disclosure, there is a vice president - and she does a fair amount of work as well - getting the link to the restaurant emailed to all of us, etc. It really is quite an undertaking.
Last night we left the oldest three in our capable babysitter's hands. They were so excited - not much babysitting since Cooper came. Emma has started reminding me "you don't go anywhere anymore." I guess she doesn't consider late evening jaunts to Kroger. Anyway, I took her "not so subtle" hint and showered, shaved (past the knee even), dyed my roots, and off we went.
We reserved a private room in the back of Munchie's Emporium, also called Mad Anthony's Brewery. In addition to some pretty good beer (What do I know ... six weeks post post delivery, I'd almost mow down an elderly person for a luke warm Pabst), they serve a mean basket of cheese curds. Ahhh - heaven.
The food was good and the company was better. I heard it got a little crazy after we left. I thought it best Cooper not ring in the midnight hour at a bar at six weeks of age. I do have SOME tact. And about the teeny tiny little glasses with whipped cream on top ... I can explain....
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