Night Out on the Town

It was a wintry Friday night in December, and I was a fairly new stay at home mom.

My husband came in from work, and asked if we would like to run downtown, and

eat dinner out. Never one to turn down a meal, especially if I didn’t have to prepare

it, I was buckled up in the car in a flash.  We decided to go to the local Brew & Burger

joint in town.  Now this place was a local hot spot, especially on Friday nights. Needless to say parking was always a little difficult.  As he pulled in front, my husband said “go

put our names in, I’ll park, and bring the baby.”  I hopped on out, and entered. The place was jumping!  “We would like a table for two, and 1 highchair, please”, I informed the hostess, when I finally reached her. She looked at me a little strangely, but took down the info.  It was to be about a twenty  minute wait.  I snagged a primo table right in the middle of the action, halfway  between the bar, and the eating area.  Everyone gave me a big smile as they walked by, and I couldn’t help but think, what a warm, friendly town I lived in.  I was really enjoying myself, smiling at one and all.  After about 15 minutes my husband finally arrives with our son.  He comes to where I am seated and says “If I were you, I’d check my lipstick.”  “I’m not wearing any,” I replied. “Oh, but you are,” was his response.  I grabbed a napkin, and wiped my lips, and looked down…..

I had grabbed what I thought was a chapstick from my purse on the ride over. Since I

had chapped lips, as well as dry skin around my mouth, I had applied a heavy dose of chap stick to my lips, and the surrounding area.  I also put a large dollop on a cold sore located under my nose.  I had inadvertently grabbed a RED lipstick, not chapstick.  I had been sitting at this happening bar, made up like BOZO the clown the entire time.  A lesser women might have fled the place…I ordered a double martini.