{Conversations}

I've got two doozies for you tonight.

The first one occurred at Wild Wing Cafe in Cary, NC. But let me give you a little background information first. So Matthew and I live with our dear friend, Rhiannon, who also happens to be a Ross student and has been in school with Matty since vet prep (May 2010). So, we're great friends. And we like to hang out. On weekends you'll often see the three of us together, at the park, at dinner, out for drinks, etc. You know, normal friend zone shenanigans. Well, a few weeks ago—and I'm not sure how this got started—the whole 'sisterwives' thing came up as a big joke. I'm the 'dumb' one who stays home and bakes cookies. Rhiannon is the smart one, meeting Matty on an intellectual level. Yeah, okay, this is sounding weird...but trust me, it's funny because it's not true. Well, I mean, Rhiannon is really smart though. And I do bake cookies...

ANYWAY, we were at Wild Wing Cafe on Friday night because my thoughtful students surprised me at work and wanted to take me out on a date afterwards! (They do this sometimes to thank me for all of my homemaker abilities. It's very sweet.)  So we sit down at our table, and Matty is between the two of us drinking out of Rhiannon's cup of water because he thinks it's his. Our server realizes that he's made the mistake of drinking out of hers, so she makes note of it, teases him a little, and brings a new one for Rhiannon. Later on, when our bills are being picked up, our server notices that I pay for Matthew's portion of the meal. The rest is history...or below.

Server: Well now! You're drinking out of her water and this one is picking up your tab. This is one of those freaky tables, I know it!

Me/Matthew/Rhiannon: Hahahaha...

Server: How about I join in?! I won't make things awkward! 

Me/Matthew/Rhiannon: Hahahhaha...what? 

I'm looking forward to when Sami arrives. Aren't you? She'll be the sporty sisterwife. 

Here's the second {Conversations}. Actually, this one should be filed under 'We Aren't in SK Anymore' since we'd never have this problem on-island! This gem of an exchange took place at our local Food Lion while we were at the register. Matthew and I were purchasing everything we were going to need for the week...it was maybe 9:30 a.m.?

Cashier: Ohhhh. Whoops.

Me: What?

Cashier: I can't sell you this beer.

Me: Why?

Cashier: It's before noon...on Sunday.

Me: Oh...oh right. Okay. No worries.

Matthew: Ohhhh yeah. I forgot about that.

Cashier: Yeah. You will not find one establishment in North Carolina that will provide or sell beer before noon on Sundays. Absolutely not...they just don't want the drunks hitting the old people while on their way to church.

On the car ride home...

Matthew: I know that law is for a good reason. Michigan has similar restrictions...it just drives me crazy that I can't purchase beer today. It's not like I'm going to drink it now. I just wanted it for this week.

Me: I still can't get over the 'can't have the drunks hitting the old people on the way to church service' bit. 

Matthew: Yeah...

Me: It just doesn't make sense on so many levels. Not to mention...do you know how bad elderly drivers can be? 

Matthew: Oh stop.

Me: It's true! Asians and elderly people. They're the worst!

Matthew: Well, I let you behind the wheel.

Me: True.

Matthew: Maybe the cashier meant that they can't have the elderly people hitting the drunks on their way to church.

There you have it. Cheers!