Rarely do my in real life friends cross the boundary into my bar.  I have become very comfortable with the compartments in my life.  A few people cross back and forth but it is very few.   My family chaos does not need to be in the bar and the bar does not belong in my house.  My friends tend not to smoke and my bar has a license to smoke, as all dive bars should.

Yesterday was “Steak and a Blow Job Day”.  My girls decided to go to dinner that night, I could not attend because I had to work.  I was bummed but off to work I went.  After dinner ALL my girls showed up in the bar.  It was hilarious to see my 20-something boys at the bar wonder what the large group of 30-something and 40-something Mom’s were doing in the Center City dive bar.  I was delighted and so surprised I got all flustered.  The smoke chased them out pretty quick because hey we all don’t smoke.  At the same time it was so disorientating.  Of course my husband transcends all the compartments of life because hey I met him in the bar, he worked there, we decided to get married while working one night, and he comes in to hang a few times a year.   But the Mom’s usually stay on the Mom side of my life.

It was so cool.  Maybe a little meshing of my worlds is not a bad thing at all.