About one a month, we go out to dinner with two other couples. We all have kids, but we don’t bring them. Therefore, it is a bit of a production to pull this off. We try to go to a different place each time, which is easy around here. It is a bit of a Dinner Club, if you will.
This past weekend, we went to what is now my new Favorite Italian Place.
It is a cozy little place, with great food, and creme brulee for dessert.
We started with a bottle of wine. The waitress asked, “how many glasses?”. Five – Ms. Kaz was not having any this night. The wine was a nice, if a bit young, Valpolicella. Then we ordered.
Let me state here that Ms. Kaz and I were never good at Making Announcements. We don’t crave the limelight, we never know exactly how to do it, so we usually put it off.
So, Ms. Kaz starts by ordering a salad, “Can I get it without the Gorgonzola, please?”
“Sure!” the waitress says, “Are you pregnant?”
All eyes turn to Ms. Kaz.
“Yeah,” answers Ms. Kaz, “how did you know?”
Our waitress says, “Well, no wine, no gorgonzola…” Either she’s been pregnant before, or they get a lot of pregnant women at this restaurant.
And that’s how our friends came to know – via the waitress.
And now, our waitress has let you all know, as well.