Tonight we had a long overdue “girls’ night out.” Since our group consisted of women from church, we referred to ourselves as the “Church Ladies.” I thought the whole Church Lady thing sounded familiar and one of the woman said it was from Saturday Night Live. Luckily, we’re all way better looking than Dana Carvey.
The evening started off rather well. When we were ordering drinks, the 12 year old waiter insisted on proofing all of us. Okay, fine. He was probably 23 or so and he was undoubtedly looking for a good tip, eh? When he first announced that he needed to check ID, everyone was saying, “Yeah, right.” He insisted.
I said something like, “Fine. I’m not going to complain about getting proofed,” and pulled out my license. When the next Church Lady went to show hers, he admitted he was pulling our leg. That means I’m the only one who was officially proofed. Gotta like that at 50 years old!
I also found out that when a person offers to drive, you need to weigh the consequences. In this case, that meant I could only have 1 glass of wine. Well actually no one had more than 1 drink but hey, we could have all gotten drunk if we wanted to and if we weren’t driving. Our particular little Church Lady group is a bunch of wild women, let me tell ya.
