Cocktails and confessions

It's Monday night and I am already one vodka and tonic and a bar of chocolate down. Who said kids can drive you to drink? Ha! Still, you should have seen me and a fellow teacher bonding on Friday night whilst we celebrated making it through our first week of school by working our way through the cocktail menu at Fat Mo's... it was quite a sight to behold. Apparently we didn't look too bad after the first Mojito and a wee Sex On The Beach because we found ourselves attracting the attentions of some Swedish businessmen who had also heard Fat Mo's was the happening place in town.

Actually, it might have been the pull of the Hungary vs Sweden football match being shown on several TV sets round the bar... but still, they could have walked on past without a glance once the final whistle blew. But instead we found ourselves bombarded with questions: 'Where are you from?', 'What are you drinking?', 'What brings you in here tonight?'

Considering we were in there until 2 in the morning doing some serious girlie bonding, we've decided Las Vegas rules apply and what happens in Fat Mo's, stays in Fat Mo's. But I will tell you this as future reference for any girlies wanting to get shot of inebriated tourists who like to pull out a Cuban cigar and ask 'Have you ever seen one like this before?' (Incidentally, standard answer: 'I've seen bigger.' You'll be falling off your bar stool at your wit, he'll be wondering what the hell you just said.)

Anyway, 'What brings me here tonight?' Grab the other girl's knee, lean in close and say, 'Actually, we're on our first date. We met over the internet.'

If you want confirmation of effectiveness, pop into Fat Mo's any time; I swear there are skid marks by the exit.