Last night was very interesting... remind me to never take my baby to a bar again.
When Thomas applied to the pharmacy school at the University of Texas, we both knew that it is one of the top 5 pharmacy programs in the country and it was possible that he wouldn't get in. Well, he did great in the interview, was accepted, and even though he knew it would be the most difficult of all the programs he had been accepted to, it would be worth it to stretch himself and would most likely land him a better job in the end. So he started pharmacy school and quickly realized it was SUPER hard. But Thomas is an overachiever in school, so when he heard about the Rho Chi Society, pharmacy's honor society for the top students in the class, he was determined to make Rho Chi. He did his best all year. He pushed his limits for sleep, food, and quality time spent with things other than books and his laptop. He did very well, but also heard from the deans constantly that his class was one of the most competitive classes that UT has ever had. Well about two weeks ago Rho Chi names were announced, and Thomas made Rho Chi. There was much celebration at the Barber household.
There was going to be a Rho Chi initiation banquet and spouses/significant others were invited to attend. Thomas and I debated whether or not I should go, but didn't know what to do about Andrew. We have no family in Austin, Andrew is still pretty young, and he doesn't take a bottle very well, all of which made it hard to find a babysitter. Thomas ended up asking if it would be appropriate to bring our baby and the organizer said it would be fine.
Flash forward to last night. We got dressed up in fancy duds and headed to the Cool River Cafe for the banquet. It turned out to be a ritzy bar with a banquet room in the back. As we weaved through a maze of tables and turns we reached the banquet room. It was incredibly formal and I realized we shouldn't have brought a baby. Oops. Then as we were eating, the baby started crying and couldn't be soothed. Oops again. He wouldn't take a bottle and I knew he was hungry so I meandered around trying to find a decent place to feed him but there was nowhere to be found. I finally had to go back through the maze, which was now a scene of blaring music, clouds of cigarette smoke, and scantily clad drunks who were indiscreetly commenting to their friends "Who the #*$% brings their baby to a bar!". Oops number three. It was miserable. I felt bad for my baby and was determined that we would spend the rest of the evening in the car. Thomas eventually came and got us and dragged us back to the banquet room. He took the baby, let me eat the delicious meal, and the baby didn't make a peep the rest of the night. Overall, I was glad we could go support Thomas, but I am NEVER going to try that again, and recommend that you never try it either.
Here are the three of us, relieved to have made it back home
