I totally dropped my dinner on the floor (and the stove, and my clothes) before I got a chance to eat it. Awesome. Luckily, it was quick, and I had more of all the parts.

BUT STILL.

when I notice a couple with a baby. I don't know how to feel about it.

When they first made the bars here non-smoking, it felt like every time I went to a bar, there was a baby and/or little kid, and it was starting to make me nuts, but it seems to have chilled out. I'm not saying parents can't get a drink after work, but just because the baby is asleep doesn't mean it should be in a bar at 9pm!

I'm bored. I should have made plans with someone this afternoon, but I didn't, so I don't have anything to do tonight. I could go to services, but it's already starting to get dark, so by the time I got dressed and got there, the services would be halfway over. (Which is actually when plenty of people arrive, but I don't like coming in late, especially at this synagogue, where coming in late generally means not getting a chair.)

t hides, shamefaced as has had baby in numerous bars at 9pm. Including Pat O'Briens on Bourbon Street.

I'm sitting at home with the kids while my husband sits in the bar. Is it any wonder why it's taken him 2 hours to figure out I couldn't find a babysitter?

I wish you could bring small children into bars here. The fact that you can't meant DH and I have had to all but give up our favorite cheap-but-good sit-down eateries (74th St and Hilltop Ale Houses).

What I am doing this weekend, revised: yes indeed, babysitting Princess Tickybox. Wheee, I get to hang out with my favorite toddler! Wish us no meltdowns.

I'm not trying to kick the babies out of the bars, but it was getting to be a little much there, for a minute. And really, the smaller the baby, the better. IMO.

Wait til I have kids...

Matilda has not only been in a bar (well, a small restaurant with a big bar), she sat on the bar and had her first drink of water out of an actual glass made of glass at the bar. But we did bundle her up and take her home before 8:30.

I can't imagine taking her into an actual drinks-only, bar-type bar, unless it was a brief stop someplace where we knew the bartender and wanted to show her off. Not sure it's even legal here; the only time I've ever walked into a proper bar with her (hanging with juliana and other localistas in North Beach on a coolish afternoon, planning to stop in at a completely empty neighborhood spot for a quick cup of something warm, possibly just coffee), the bartender promptly banished us.

Allyson, that's great!

So I appear to have survived the week, which, two weeks ago, I did not expect.

Whew.

There was a dicey moment early on, but it turned out to be the result of a miscommunication and lo! no one actually threatened to quit.