Last week while out on a Martini Tour with Josh Bender’s crew, at the final stop, AuBar, we enjoyed a few drinks and a little absurdity in the VIP section.
Here we are, sitting around having a good chat when from one of the attendees we hear, “I’m thirsty!”
After a few moments, again, “I’m thirsty!”, echoed the blonde girl.

We’re sitting in the VIP section, we have our very own server (the illustrious Wendie, pictured HERE), so I mention to blonde girl, that the service is pretty good, the bar is close by and since we’re in the VIP section, there’s no lineup.
She mentions to me, “No, you don’t get it.”

The first thing that comes to mind, she’s not even cute, and she wants someone to buy her a drink? Everyone at the table is clueless so I clarify, “So, let me get this straight. You expect these people you don’t know to buy you a drink and that’s because…”
She clarifies, “I’m a woman.”
Okay, so because she’s a girl, I’m supposed to buy her a drink? I REALLY don’t get it. I’m all for taking care of MY people but some utterly obnoxious stranger who decides she needs another drink? Yeesh!