And don’t be like our son:
A few months after he turned 21, he and DH and I were having dinner at a lovely restaurant on the Hudson that we eventually chose for his graduation dinner. The ambience and food were outstanding, and we were having the very best time. We started off with a round of gin and tonics and a sample of appetizers (we were testing the menu). Three amazing hours later, DH looks at the bill:
“Holy smokes, son! Did you have FIVE gin and tonics?”
“I guess so. There were very good, so I just nodded every time the waiter asked if I wanted a refill.”
Refill? He may have been new to legal drinking, but we have no idea how he got that far in life thinking that cocktails were like soda. Perhaps that second one impaired his thinking. DH showed him how 5 x $12 had affected the bill–you know, just a little post-dinner math.
Now, every time we go out, DH or I will say, “Watch those refills, son!”