Every month, my girlfriends and I get together for a girls night out.
We like to put our heels on, leave the kids at home with their dads, and eat a nice meal at a fancy restaurant in town with each other.
I can’t speak for everyone else, but I look forward to this one night from the moment I return home until the moment we get together again. This month, we all wanted to try the new italian restaurant in town, because everyone was raving about it. They had fantastic reviews, and the photos of the food looked mouth watering. I got dressed like every other girls night out, and headed to the restaurant. When I stepped into the lobby, there were a ton of people waiting to be seated. Thankfully, we had a reservation and we were seated right away. Before our waiter even brought our drinks out, I commented on how chilly it was inside. I assumed it was just me, but several of the other girls agreed that it was too cold. I thought my body would adjust as the evening went on, but it didn’t. If anything, I felt colder. I asked our waiter if there was anything he could do about the air conditioning, and he agreed to try. While he turned the overhead fans off, there was nothing else he could do about the thermostat settings because the AC was broken. Nobody could figure out how to get the temperature above 70 degrees, and the HVAC technician couldn’t be reached until the following day. A ton of other people were complaining about the cool temperature too, so the manager offered us all a 10% discount and $10 off our next meal.