Last night I had plans to meet up with some girls I know from college for a girls night out. They sent me a message with the name of the restaurant and time to meet. I looked it up online, Matt came home from work a little early to watch Drew, and I headed out. It took almost an hour in traffic to get there.
When I pulled up there was a sign that said "Valet Only - $4" and I thought, "Dang, these girls go fancy!!" I valeted my mom-mobile, complete with carseat and Cheerios in the floorboard, and walked into the restaurant. It was fancy. Like linen tablecloth fancy. And I was the only one in jeans. That's as far as my first-glance observations went when the host asked how many would be in my party. I told him that I was meeting a group of girls there. He looked at me and said, "Uh, we don't have a group of girls here right now." I took a second glance around the restaurant and noticed that I was the only female. ONLY female. As in, it was all men. Gay men. Yup.
I guess in the big city there are multiple locations for the same restaurant name. Hmmmm. Good lesson, good lesson.
So, I hopped back in my mom-mobile (they took pity on me and didn't even charge the $4) and headed home. Another hour in traffic. So all in all, I spent about 2 hours in the car just to come home and eat left overs. Awesome.
:)