Last night the Newton crew including Falkoff, DK, and Hillary went out to Central Square along with Sarah and me. Sarah and I had taken most of Saturday to recover from going out drinking late on Friday night to Kenmore square. Sarah wasn’t actually drinking but she gets tired from being pregnant so she was about as useless in the morning as I was hung over. We had managed to get out of bed just in time to make breakfast for twenty minutes when the doula buzzed the door early at 11:45 so I had to leave the omelet half cooked on the stove to get dressed to look presentable.

We then proceeded to talk about how in the hospital I was really the only person who could tell the nurses that I didn’t want the newborn baby on the warmer and could demonstrate this by ripping my shirt off when she was born and starting to hold her close to my body. Once again today was a long sex education class. While munching on our bacon and eggs Sarah and I learned things like that the baby is unlikely to turn from head-down to breach now that it is only 8 weeks away. The head is too heavy for them to flip and they are living in a room that keeps getting smaller as they get bigger. We also got to thinking about petossin, the induction drug that Sarah’s OB wanted to give her to make sure that the OB could be there for the delivery, and decided it was a wacko idea to give her a drug that would cause massive contractions intentionally when we knew that the anesthesiologist had already given her the news that she wasn’t going to have an epidural due to abnormal clotting factors.

The doula showed us a 30 minute movie showing various women having contractions until they delivered while jump-cutting cycling from one woman to the next. Her general description of labor to us was that it feels like being stoned. You have words in your head but you can't articulate them. Since we happened to have Kinsey sitting around with a Saturday due date we watched that in the later afternoon and learned all about the sex lives of sex researchers from the 50s and 60s. Kinsey let us know that it is quite normal for people to have extra-marital sex given the results of the survey and that people had gotten into all sorts of emotional troubles when they started wife swapping at the research headquarters.

The meal at Central Kitchen was fantastic. We split 5 appetizers, 3 main dishes, 2 desserts, drinks, and a bottle of wine among 5 people for a total of $220. Afterwards we walked up the stairs to “The Enormous Room”, a bar with cushions for seats with little back support. It was too loud there to talk easily but we couldn’t retract our drink order fast enough to leave. The waitress talked me into a pomegranate margarita. While we were sitting in some seats on the side I was soaking in the scene. The crowd included some of the typical beautiful people out on a Saturday night showing off their cleavage and Armani shirts. One woman was standing by herself wearing a top that tied closed in the front with a wide gap where the strings tied across and wasn’t wearing a bra. So the shirt gave a good look at her neck, breasts, and stomach down the middle.

She was standing alone and looking for something to do or someone to talk to her. I was thinking that if I wasn’t with Sarah that I would likely ponder ways to hit on her but instead I just pondered that I wasn’t going to because I had a good excuse. I was at a bar with high school friends and my pregnant wife. Sarah and I were commenting on how ridiculous the outfit was including her stripper like shoes. She kept looking over at us and we were afraid she had heard our remarks. Finally she walked over and asked Sarah when she was due.

The woman with the tied shirt asked Sarah when she was due and then proceeded to stick around giving Falkoff a nice view while explaining that she was a mid-wife working on Cape Cod. We then got a long repeat of the discussion with the doula in the afternoon and the woman, despite looking 20 years old, proceeded to tell us that she had two children aged 6 and 9, that tonight she had gone out on the town for once in a long while, and that she had been married for 10 years. She had come to Central square thinking there was something happening at Man Ray, which she learned had recently closed for good, after having done some shopping at Hubba-Hubba. She wore white because she heard there was a "white" party at The Enormous Room that turned out to be on Sunday night.

I kept wondering what was going on with a very attractive married woman going out alone on a Saturday night to a club dressed like she wanted to be picked-up for a one night stand and talking about her family while shaking a box of cigarettes. DK didn’t believe a word of what she was saying and was whispering in my ear about her being a compulsive liar. Sarah was getting annoyed about talking about pregnancy. I was asking her questions about how to feel the dilation of a cervix with odd hand gestures. Falkoff was just sitting back and enjoying the view. Among the theories whispered between DK and myself regarding why one of the beautiful people was at our bench area was that she was a lesbian with a fetish for pregnant women. I was quite happy and proud that Sarah was the most attractive person in the bar - even attracting a beautiful sexily dressed woman to come and talk with us. Plus we haven't been out to a bar and chatting with strangers in a long time so it held some excitement just to talk to a strange stranger.

But since it was loud and Sarah didn’t look too pleased we unhinged from her to move to a quieter venue.

When we got to The Field it was even louder than at The Enormous Room but we got to do a play by play on the compulsive liar mid-wife lesbian woman. Falkoff was angry with DK for having pulled us away and I thought the whole scene was one of the more funny things we had encountered in a while. Sarah and I had a chat about how we should have been a team and taken her home together but Sarah didn’t feel too into an adventure with 4 weeks to go before she delivers. We had to get out of The Field because it was so loud that we were worried about deafness and then Falkoff drove us all home in the his father’s new Passat station wagon. Sarah wanted the Passat station wagon by the time we got home.