a very "happy" happy hour

yesterday we went to liberty tavern for happy hour. i had only been there once before (for dinner) so i was excited to get back there and see what the drinking scene was like. granted the company i was with was excellent (so good that we probably could have a great time just sitting in a park or something), but still i had a great time at liberty tavern. i think it's officially been added to my list of go-to bars. the location is great, the bartenders are so friendly (almost too friendly) and the space is really nice. plus i need to get back there to try some of their cocktails - that fruit looked ripe for muddling!

between the four of us we knocked back quite a bit of stella and exchanged quite a few (slightly) embarrassing stories. but honestly that's just a normal happy hour for us. i'm thinking all the people around us thought otherwise. oh well.

so when we realized what time it was (and that we had dinner reservations a few blocks away) i summoned our bartender and asked to close my tab. he was so good i didn't even have to tell him my name again. and i signed his copy and handed it to susie to put back on the bar. she put it on the bar and gave it a little tap. well apparently they had just waxed the bar because the leather booklet went flying off the bar!

we motioned to the bartender to tell him the check had fallen to the ground (we didn't want him to think we skipped out on the check). well it hadn't just fallen on the floor. nope. it had fallen directly into a tub of water. hahahaha. and luckily the bartender thought it was funny too.

and on that note we left the bar and headed over to willow. now fast forward to when we get the bill at willow. we agree that we're all going to pay by credit card. so i reach to get my wallet and grab my card and realize i never got it back from liberty tavern. but i definitely closed my tab. that's weird, right?

so luckily my roommates are so nice and accommodating and basically insisted that we go back after dinner to retrieve my card. so they dropped me off and i walked right up to the bar. alex (yes, the bartender introduced himself) noticed me and i explained the situation (i closed my tab but never got my card back). he had a look of slight embarrassment and then said, "brown, right?"