And a funny (but not really) story:
There were six of us - MrsT and I, her niece and her husband, and their two kids (maybe 7 and 5).
We were all standing around outside, and it was about 25F/-4C, with a little windchill, but not much.
People couldn’t make up their minds on what direction to head, and I noticed an indoor bar area just off to our left, so I kicked nephew-in-law in the foot, nodded my head in that direction and said to everyone, “Hey, we’re going to go see what’s down that way, we’ll be back in a few minutes.”
When we got out of earshot of the others, I told him I’d buy him a quick beer. No small thing, because beer at an event like that is expensive.
Inspected the tap, order our beers (Sam Adams Winter Lager), and just as the barman was sliding me the tab…in walks MrsT’s niece:
“Oh, there you are - hey, look, they have Christmas cocktails…I’d like a Gingerbread Hot Chocolate with an extra shot, please.”
Barkeep pulled the slip back and added that to it, then slipped it back and I fished for my credit card and…
…here come the two kids, trailing MrsT!
“Mom! Mom! Do they have, uh…do they have…um…kids’ drinks, Mom?!”
The very helpful bartender said of course they did, they could make any of their specialty hot drinks alcohol-free (“Same price, though, sir…”).
Yep - two virgin Candy Cane Cocoas for the kids, and a drink for MrsT.
Finally, the bill came my way…$75! Ouch!