Zones is in Webster, NY (near Rochester) and about 5 1/2 hours from our house.
A blog reader who has taken a couple of my e-courses and become an online friend of mine let me know she lived in Webster, and we arranged to have dinner last night in town.
I had never met her before and she and her daughter who is a little bit younger than Number 4 came to pick us up.
We were going to go to a local hot spot called Dinosaur Barbecue, but the wait was an hour, so we ended up at Red Robin (which was fine by me and Number 4 since we never go out to eat anywhere).
Plus Red Robin has Blue Moon on tap.
And they have a “tall” beer option.
Which I took advantage of.
So after the second big ass Blue Moon, my friend (I’ll call her Kathleen) and I ended up on the topic of what we had been watching on Netflix.
She mentioned the show The Fosters, and I told her I had never heard of it.
I asked her what it was about.
On a side note, on the ride up to Webster, since we had a lot of time to kill in the car, Number 4 and I somehow ended up on the topic of being gay and I told her that just like you are born with blond hair or green eyes, some people are born liking girls and some people are born liking boys, and some people are born liking both.
She said, “OH, YOU MEAN LIKE LESBIANS!”
Apparently this wasn’t news to her.
Anyway, Kathleen explained to me that The Fosters is about a lesbian couple who has a biological kid and then adopts a kid (or two I can’t remember) and then takes in a couple foster kids.
Number 4 was listening to what we were talking about.
“What does biological mean?” she asked.
“It means you get pregnant and have the baby out of your own body,” I told her.
If you recall, Number 4 and I had the talk about how sex works and how you get pregnant and couple months ago.
She looked at me with a really puzzled look on her face.
“Wait. But I thought you needed…”
I didn’t know how much Kathleen’s daughter new about this stuff, so I cut Number 4 off.
“You know what? Why don’t we talk about this on the way home from the meet tomorrow? We’ll have plenty of time to talk about all of this stuff.”
We finished up our dinner and went back to the hotel.
I had the perfect amount of a Blue Moon buzz going. We put our pajamas on and I let her watch some TV and fall asleep in bed.
This morning she woke up at the ass crack of dawn, and we were eating breakfast by 7 a.m.
Around 9 we went downstairs. I ran a 5K on the treadmill while I looked through the window from the workout room to the pool and watched her swim.
We came upstairs, relaxed a little, and took a shower.
I told Number 4 to charge up her Kindle and make sure she knew where her books and stuff were for the ride home.
Number 3’s session started at 1:20. I told Number 4 that we’d probably leave shortly after Number 3 swam because we had a long ride home.
And she looked at me and said, “GOOD! THEN WE’LL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO TALK ABOUT HOW LESBIANS HAVE SEX!”
Shit. I forgot all about that.
So it’s gonna be an interesting (and eye opening) ride home.
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