FRIDAY
Zac and I love a bar seat. In fact, we prefer the bar over a table almost every time. There are some restaurants in town I simply won’t dine at if we aren’t able to sit at the bar because the scene is so vastly different and the vibes are so off within the main dining area that I’d rather just not.
One of our favorite bar seats in town used to be first come, first sit but recently started taking bar seat reservations because it’s gotten so popular (I am redacting the name here because of this). The last time we went on a whim thinking we’d simply arrive and slip onto a couple bar stools, we were rudely awakened to their new system and I vowed to never let that happen to us again.
So early last week, I called and made us a 7:30 reservation for Friday night. Friday during the day, I finished up my work for the week and treated myself to a massage from my favorite girl (Jolene) at my favorite place (Vivian’s). They were all set up for Valentine’s there and had chocolate covered Oreos and little iced brownie bites sitting out for the taking while you waited in the lounge, which I obviously helped myself to. I fucking love Valentine’s season for nothing more than the themed treats. Aren’t they the best part of every holiday?
Jolene and I have become pretty friendly but not too personal until she asked me Friday if I had been working out.
“No,” I laughed with my head face down in the headrest. “No no no. Why?”
“Well because—”
“I used to. All the time, actually. It was a big thing for me, staying active. But honestly, we had a really rough year and two miscarriages and I just totally fell off the wagon. I essentially stopped going to the gym or moving my body. I used to go five days a week and it was an integral part of my life, but ya know.”