Today is the 33rd birthday of one of my closest friends. (Maybe I shouldn’t be posting her age….oh well) She was joking about how today is her lucky day because she is 33 weeks pregnant on her 33rd birthday. Lottery ticket time! We went out for an all girls dinner and ran into a bit of a pickle.
Jen sent an email earlier in the week talking about how she couldn’t get drunk on her B-day so she was going to “get drunk on cheese dip” aka. this white cheese sauce served with chips and salsa at the mexican restaurant we were planning on going to. Well, I showed up at the restaurant, got a table for the 5 of us, and the server brought out chips and……two salsas?!??! Where is the F*%&^ing cheese dip?!?!?!?! I went into a panic. I try not to upset anyone on their birthday let alone a crazy hormonal pregnant lady. I asked the server what the deal was, and he said they changed up their menu a month or so ago, and they don’t have the cheese dip or anything close to it anymore. O.M.G. Texted the Hubs that heads were gonna roll when Jen showed up. Called Jen’s sister to tell her the situation and her sister called “bullshit” (agreed) and told me she would handle Jen. The server then made fun of me for “alerting the chain of command for the lack of cheese dip” and told me I was going down in the restaurant folklore for my actions. I don’t think he understood how much Jen (and the rest of us) were looking forward to this cheese dip. Anyway, long story short(er) we ended up NOT staying at said restaurant (and will never return) and drove 8 miles to a different Mexican restaurant that served cheese dip (after calling to verify)
I’ve learned a lot being around a pregnant person all the time including what makes a grand pregnant B-day. Happy Birthday to you Jen! I hope all your cheese dreams were fulfilled! Love you! XOXOXO