W/ oyster buddy out of town, it's Thursday... so oyster day must go on! Gathering any able and willing, headed to the good ol' McCormicks...
So there I am sitting, bartender recognizes me by now so no ID needs to be checked, and I wait until my 'boss' arrives... Thinking it was any old random day, we begin to order the very thing we came out for... oyster shooters... then BAM! Bartender says:
"Sorry, we don't do happy hour on V-day"...
To Mson:
"Sorry, today's D-day"...
So sadly, did not get any oyster shooters... but since we were there, we got the oyster sampler instead. Still decent oysters, just more $$$...
So during the middle of this bust of an oyster day, the random ladies sitting next to us was what 'boss' would call, hitting on us... They mentioned something about how they travel by 2 instead of in a bigger group because that makes them easier to pick up, and apparently turned to look at the 2 of us when we left the bar. I, the pure innocent me, of course didn't even pay notice to any of this until afterwards; since they were easily dozens of years older.. that and the shock of no happy hour oyster shooters was traumatic enough!
Next week is another week...
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