Sad old git
I really do have it bad for my cute bartender. Today I gave her a small tube of mini eggs as an easter gift (not sure if I’m going to that pub tomorrow and I don’t think she’s working Sunday) and then proceeded to sit at the table with my mates and look all doe eyed (apparently) every time she came into view. And before you lot start telling me I should ask her out there is the small problem she may say no… or she may say yes… and I’m not entirely sure which one scares me the most.
Anyway, we did tonight completely arse about face going to the cocktail place first (where I got to drink expensive lemonades in small glasses with lots of ice), then kebab (which wiped everyone out as I insited we ate in and the kebabs were rather large) then the pub. Then we decamped to another pub as we were told our nurse friend was out with a lot of young student nurses, which turned out to be an untruth (or if they were out they weren’t in the pub we were told) so we just gave up and went home. It’s a far cry from the ‘out clubbing until god knows when’ that it was supposed to be. I’m off to bed 
Did the cute bartender (since when did you start using Americanisms? and isn’t that usually reserved for bar men ?) give you anything in return? A free fizzy pop perhaps?
Happy Easter
Well I normally refer to the staff as Bar Stewards and Bar Wenches, however, I’m being polite cos Jess is cute. I got a smile in return.
And you got a Kebab, which makes me terribly jealous. Could you not wrap one up and inter-office mail it?
I suspect that it’ll be a little cold be the time it gets to you. Try and wangle a business trip back to blighty and we can go for kebab