During the school year, every Thursday evening was set aside for the MBA students (and hangers-on) to meet up at a set location for drinks and visiting. Evan and I almost never missed, even after we found out about baby Helen. (Matching a bunch of grad students drink-for-drink with water is a good way to stay fully hydrated. Or die of water poisoning.) This being Wisconsin, no one looks twice at a visibly pregnant woman in a bar, although Evan's classmates were constantly congratulating me on being "a trooper" and "such a good sport." Apparently, the ability to socialize without drinking makes me some sort of Superwoman. It was a great opportunity, though, to get to know the MBAs, particularly since I didn't have any acquaintances of my own in Madison.
Because there's a fairly good-sized group of MBA graduates, Summer interns, and incoming students in the downtown Milwaukee area, they decided to keep up the Thursday evening meet-ups. It's been nice to be able to just relax with the smaller group. Last night we ended up at the bar "Karma," which, as Evan said, looks like the sort of place favored by men wearing Ed Hardy shirts. It turned out to be a pretty dingy, cheesy place with a wait-staff apparently made of of young ladies chosen more for their looks than their ability to 1) remember what beers they have on tap, 2) take orders, 3) fulfill orders correctly, 4) divide up bills amongst a party, or 5) comprehend that this pregnant woman genuinely does not want a free absinthe shot and no amount of cajoling is going to make me take it. Now put on a real shirt, you floozie.
On the other hand, their menu looked really interesting. And it was only 4 blocks from our apartment. And they had trivia going on.