It's Me, Sara Louise

The Parisian must have been feeling pretty bad about last Saturday. You see, the Saturday after my birthday (last Saturday), he closed the bar early when I was supposed to be celebrating my birthday there with Le Villagers (he has the habit of closing the bar on a whim to go home and play Wii). I’m thinking he was feeling bad because this past Saturday night The Husband and I dropped in for a quiet drink and he asked us if we would like some Champagne to celebrate my birthday…. um, oui.

So the four of us shared a bottle (Mrs Parisian was there too) and it was perfect timing because as soon as we finished, Brother-in-Law, Child Bride, and Honey Jr arrived.  Which meant Leffes all around. Except for Child Bride. She had a large glass of milk with a pink straw (I don’t think La Petite would appreciate the Leffe… she’s due to make her debut into the world in a few weeks and is probably all about the milk).

But back to that Champagne. I have a sneaky suspicion that The Parisian had alterior motives for pouring me that Champagne (like it wasn’t all about me… shocking I know). Like maybe he was testing it out for next Saturday. Like next Saturday, as in  Brother-in-Law’s wedding reception next Saturday. That’s right. Wedding reception. Next Saturday. At Le Petit Bar.