We set out walking to dinner in tonight's "cloudless skies" only to be SHIT ON by an angry rainstorm (4 min later). Ergo- baby'ing in-tow, we proceeded to sprint to refuge, and I felt like COMPLETE WHITE TRASH in realizing that Finn's legs were drenched. Nearing a "hormonal/ tearful episode", we barged into a restaurant FULL OF ONLY (mostly drunken) MEN. The waitress (a 20yr old) whisked the baby away and into a bundle of towels, as fast as she handed me a half liter of red wine (that cost 2.5 euro). The nearby "man party" refused to make eye contact with B. Finn, AND THE BABY HAS TURNED INTO AN ABSOLUTE HAM/ couldn't stop screaming and smiling at their unresponsiveness.
Our waitress (Stephanie) taught us some Portuguese / and I can now announce:
"The baby's cheeks are so fat"
"RED WINE"
"veal"
and....(most importantly) "men are annoying".
We were driven home, AND I FREAKING LOVE IT HERE (the cheap half liter of vino also HELPS).
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