Mommy’s night out led us to Casablanca. Not the Moroccan city, but the restaurant in the suburbs. It is a BYOB establishment, so BYOB we did. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed wine, pre pregnancy I think, so it was a good night. I think that night was the most fun I’ve had with girlfriends since college. The food was delicious and I think we all enjoyed just about everything served. My favorites were the bastilla, the carrot salad, and the lamb with honey and almonds. But besides the food, there were the funny conversations. The hilarity started with our conversation being overheard by a quad of high schoolers. We thought it was odd that HS kids would be out at a restaurant like this, since it wasn’t exactly cheap, but apparently the son of the CEO of an expensive crafter’s light that starts with O and ends with TT can afford to take his friends out to eat fancy Moroccan food. These two very young boys (I think they were possibly 14 or 15) popped over to our table and joined in our conversation, which I believe was at that moment about someone’s pre-teen son having pubes and the shock that their baby was growing up. I suppose they were more interested in checking out our cleavage and I’m sure they went home with quite a story concocted to tell their friends. Besides the obnoxious little boys, we also had fun learning to belly dance a bit and chatted up the dancer, who was very nice and offered to teach us at her studio. Apparently our dancing was seductive enough for the possible future mayor of Lansdale to come over to us to chat. His opening line was “I hear you crochet?” Turns out he had been questioning the belly dancer who told him that we were crocheters, which wasn’t exactly true, but close. One of his dinner mates mentioned to us that he was single and looking. We let her know that we were not. He was very nice and a conversation about wine making ensued. On the way out of the place, we saw the father/CEO waiting to drive his cherubs home. He was in possibly the largest Hummer I’ve ever seen. I guess he isn’t worried about fossil fuels. His face looked botox-ed and he actually flirted a bit with us. Like father like son?? It was a hoot. Now if only we thought to ask for some free products!!