You can’t blame us for trying.  This past Sunday it was a beautiful fall afternoon, and my husband and I took the opportunity to go for a walk with our son.  After several blocks and dozens of restaurants, the urge hit me.

“Want to do something crazy and completely out of character?”, I asked.

It was as if he could read my mind.

“You want to get a drink?”

This is why I married this man.

“YES.”

It was 4pm, and the idea of a Bloody Mary was tantalizing.  We hadn’t had a drink in daylight hours in years.  Literally years.  And we certainly hadn’t spontaneously stopped into a restaurant in just as long.  Plus we had our toddler with us.  Who were we?  This was insane.  But we were going to do it, damnit.

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