Was it the mom jeans?

I knew last night's PTA dinner was going to be a rip-roarer when I walked into the steakhouse/bar place holding our event.

You have to walk through a dark bar to get to the banquet room. As I stepped into the bar area, the ENTIRE population of the bar pointed to the back banquet room and several people said, "Oh, you are with the PTA."

I flipped them off.

Then I did what any self-respecting PTA member would do. I ordered a dirty martini and a steak. It was goooood.