Old School Mommy & Chase ~ Circa 2009
On the weekends we make every effort to get out of the house and do something fun as a family. Chase had a birthday party to attend this past Sunday, but Saturday was wide open. So after the boys woke up from their nap we decided to do a little shopping and sightseeing outside the city. I wanted to check out the little boutique where Derek had found a cute vintage Gucci clutch and Escada bracelet for me last year. I was eager to see what else they had. So we went to the shop, which ended up being a tad expensive for my liking, and then afterward went to Pizzeria Uno to eat.
As always, getting the boys settled at the table was a bit of a production – no more drama than usual though. First they brought us to a booth, then we determined that two highchairs at the end of the table wasn’t safe, and we finally settled into a private little corner table where there was space to park the stroller, place my bags, and set up the high chairs.
I was in full-on mom mode, directing and guiding and not allowing myself to get comfortable until everyone was situated. I decided to get Chase the kids cheese pizza along with a side of fries, and Bryce would eat his Stage 3 food I’d packed and also munch on some of Chase’s fries. There was a brief little scuffle over who got to color on the one kids menu that the hostess had brought out, but it was resolved when Chase threw the menu across the table and lost those privileges. By that point I was eager to relax and enjoy myself. After Derek looked at the drink menu he decided to go with a Long Island Iced Tea. I was on the verge of announcing that I wanted a lemonade – my usual safe drink when we’re out together as a family…. but something struck me and I decided to go with a Pina Colada. Yum! Pina Coladas always make me happy, maybe because I associate them with being on a Carribean Island, which is usually the only time I order one. Ordering this drink was kind of a big deal for me so, my usual indecisive self, I asked Derek if I should get it and of course he thought it was a good idea.
The waitress came over and asked for drink orders first. Derek ordered his Long Island Iced Tea, and she jotted it on her pad wordlessly. I ordered two apple juices for the boys then, barely able to contain my glee, said I’d try a Pina Colada. The waitress paused for a moment. She looked at me, smiled kindly, and asked if that would be virgin?
So let’s recap, just so we’re all clear…. this young, barely 20-something waitress gave me a once over and then, in a gentle tone, proceeded to ask if I wanted a virgin freaking drink!
Well, I’m pretty sure I didn’t look pregnant, and I certainly don’t appear to be under 21, so I can only surmise that she took in my appearance – hair pulled back, glasses slipping down nose (still a bit disheveled from the brief chaos of getting the boys situated), maybe dressed too sensibly and mom-ish – and thought that I wasn’t cool enough to order an alcoholic drink? Then I thought, or maybe she just doesn’t think a mom should/would order alcohol when out with the kids? But it’s okay for dad to order a drink as notoriously alcohol-heavy as a LI Iced Tea?
Whatever the case – the nerve!
I hesitated now, second-guessing myself, and glanced over at Derek. I wanted to make eye contact so he could read my incredulous facial expression that said: “Dude, did this chick really just ask me if I wanted that non-alcoholic? She didn’t question your Long Island Iced Tea!” But he was looking away – either avoiding eye contact or maybe in his own world.
So I turned back and smiled and told her that I would like a regular Pina Colada. She smiled back and said okay, then turned on her heel to walk away. No big deal, just like that.
Of course, I obsessed about it afterward for a short while. “What about me screams virgin Pina Colada?” I probed Derek. He didn’t have an answer. He didn’t agree or disagree with my theories, but just said that it was no big deal.
My drink came and it was delicious – albeit on the weak side. (Of course, at this point I’m paranoid, and thinking that she told the bar to make me a weak one because she didn’t think I could handle anything stronger).
*smh* This is why I don’t even bother sometimes. Next time I’ll probably just stick with my lemonade. Kidding! Honestly though, I’m so over always getting the “safe” drink (in life) and, after two little ones who are both almost past the baby stage, I’m ready to start letting my hair down again – proverbially speaking. Whether I look like a conservative school marm that day or like I stepped out the pages of Glamour Mag… whether we’re having date night or out with the kids, I’ve resolved that I’ll order what I please (within reason) and frankly, won’t let anybody’s side-eye stop me.