After work yesterday, I met the Targetron at The Local for happy hour. Let me first apologize to Ms. Targetron for such a lame blog nickname. I know there's something better (The Future Mrs. Dirk Nowitzki?), but I'm a wee bit hung over and it's the best I can do on such short notice.
We managed to persuade her other half (I'm leaning toward Comic Book Guy for him, but I'm not committed to it yet) and The Slat to meet us for more drinks. However, we decided to go somewhere else to continue our night-long happy hour because sweet, merciful Jesus was The Local loud. Targetron and I were practically sitting in each other's laps and we were still losing our voices from shouting at each other.
When The Slat arrived, we headed outside to determine our next stop. We considered Mackenzie because we'd never been there, but kind of assumed it might be a bit more low-key and quiet. However, Ryan Adams was playing at the State Theater, just down the street and we figured there might be concertgoers pre-partying there.
Brit's is just down the street from The Local, and with tons more space, we figured that might be our best bet. It was quieter on the roof, save for the screaming baby. Gee, why would the baby be screaming? Certainly not because it was windy and cool up there. Cover that poor thing's head! Of course there could be any number of other reasons for a baby to by crying (it's what they do), but even I (not the most maternal of sorts) would have probably gone inside as a first option to see if that stopped the wailing. These people, however, were having none of that. I can't remember if they were still out on the roof by the time we decided we were too cold to stay out here. I hope not.
I'm really not sure when Brit's turned into Uncle Moe's Family Feedbag, but man, there were at least three other school-age kids in the bar besides the baby. Seriously? Kids at the bar on a school night? Shit. I don't go out that often on a school night and I'm an adult. It's not a common sight to see kids in bars at all, especially at night, especially in Downtown Minneapolis.
It's not like I'm being all puritanical about kids being around drinking or anything. Christ, that was a very regular thing when I was growing up. But I don't recall being in bars all that often. Maybe the kids don't need much sleep. Perhaps they didn't have school today. Could have been a bunch of special occasions.
Is it weird that it seemed odd to me? Am I missing out on some new trend in parenting? I'm not judging. I just found it odd and somewhat blog-worthy, I guess.