On Friday night, Beau and I went for burgers and beer at a tavern in my neighborhood. We walked in and were immediately accosted by raffle-ticket selling Band Moms. Yep, they were holding a high school band fundraiser at a bar.
Um, ok.
The only seats we could find were at the bar (not my favorite spot to sit, but it'll do when you have no other choice).
To my right was Beau. To my left was a dude in a NASCAR jacket who'd likely been sitting on that bar stool for the bulk of the day.
And, lucky me, he was friendly.
[whistle]
*Tap tap tap* on my shoulder. Howareyoudointonight?
Fine, thanks. (I turned back around.)
*Tap tap tap* Whatareyoudrinkin?
Hefeweizen. (I turned back around.)
BUDWIZEN? Ibuyyouone?
[In the meantime, Beau is irritated, but I keep telling him that it's not worth a scene. I've had the boyfriend who makes a drunken scene. One of the reasons I love Beau is because he isn't like that.]
*Tap tap tap* Wannaplaysomepool?
Beau hit his breaking point. So he stepped in and said Sorry, Dude, she can't. We're Mormon. She's not allowed.
AND (even though it made zero sense) IT WORKED!!!
Your boyfriend is cool.
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