That's it, I'm giving my notice. Two weeks and I'm outta here. Dave chuckled and passed me the bottle of syrah as if he knew that I needed it. We were at the bar talking about menu changes and how Walter used to change David's diapers, Brian made some comment about getting his shot gun from under the seat and I questioned the legality of that statement. The story about the fight with the melting pot guys apparently amused Liz to the point of tear masked laughter. But even in the midst of the "incident" I knew that it was going to make a great story- seeing as though I'm 5'2, a girl, and at the time pretty drunk. It was Ian from Finnegan's birthday and the boys and I were out at Gill's celebrating with him and toasting yet another unmemorable night, I was carrying two drinks which in my defense were very full when oops, I spilled one. The stereotypical cries of party foul from my boys, Ian making a comment all of which I dismissed with a smile. That was until the following:
Melting pot DB: I guess that's the kind of service you get at Cypress.
Me: Excuse me?
DB: (Turns his body as a sign of disrespect or shame)
Me: Oh, yeah, the melting pot, must have had a long day of opening bags of cheese.
(Bends down until face is inches from ear, lowers voice to a whisper)
If you're feeling froggy. Then go ahead and jump.
And that's the last time I'm going to tell that story, because frankly I'm a little tired of it. Not of the high fives I get by strangers who know me as "the little girl from cypress that got into that fight with the melting pot", but of the glorification of my legal intoxication. But I know that I'll look back on this entry and smile to myself one day just in knowing that at least for one night, I Kate McCabe was a bad ass.
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