Hipless
Not too long ago, Hubba-hubba and I were able to get some babysitting (i.e. pay someone a boatload of money to come to our house, ON TOP of the money we were spending to go out. Yay?) and went to one of our favorite bars. This is fairly ironic, because we don't drink a lot, yet the first place we thought of going when we knew we were going out alone was there. Well, I'll be honest, we really only have one favorite bar. I think at this point we are just looking for a place that we can be sure has NO CHILDREN. Because honestly, we are SICK OF THEM already. I don't want to pay good money to hang out somewhere where there are children, because if I wanted to hang out with them, I would just STAY HOME. Anyhoo, we get there and strike up a conversation with the bartender, which we often like to do. He is friendly, as befits a bartender, but for whatever reason he really started warming up to us. This particular bar is famous for it's very sweet, fruity drinks. Bu