my favorite words ever

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so tonight i went to this dinner for work.  it was sponsored by some vendor trying to push their flea control product.  i honestly didn't care what they were talking about because all it meant to me was free steak dinner.  so me and one of the other ladies got there a little early because we figured we could chow down on the appetizers and knock back a few cocktails before this thing got started.  she was still debating if she wanted to drink, but i figured i have not been out drinking since march so i was allowed a cocktail with dinner.  i walk up to the bartender and ask him to make me a vodka sour.  i start to pull out my wallet, and he then tells me the most beautiful words "don't worry about that, the bar is hosted."  it took me a minute to process this.  i had to make sure that he had really, truly, for reals given me the green light to order stuff i couldn't afford.  once i had a moment to absorb this, i looked straight at him and told him to make it with grey goose.  i honestly don't remember the last time so few words have made me so happy.  i was so giddy i practically skipped back to the table.  only reason that i didn't was that i was not risking spilling one single drop of that most precious liquid.  i let the other woman know the good news, and she made a beeline for the bar.  the one down side is that i cut my self off at two drinks.  partly because i still had to drive my ass home after the presentation, and mostly because my boss was there also.  and considering that he doesn't drink at all ever, i thought getting tipsy in front of him might have several negative side effects.  but still, it was a free two drinks.  and the wonderful man behind the bar poured like my boys over at black sheep do.  and i can be happy with that.  i didn't even have to use my cleavage.