Mystery man.

This time, it was R.'s birthday. And for the first time, I have to admit, I was nervous. I know I sounds as if it's a date but it was the first time I was meeting her mother..ugh talk about dating. And even though I don't think her opinion would have any reflection on our relationship, I wouldn't want to make a bad impression... Just in case.
We all went to a cozy restaurant in DC, just off Connecticut. Me, the usual self, was late, although this time only fifteen minutes or so and when I got there, R., R. and her mother were there. S. wasn't. R. said he called to tell her something came up and that he was running late. Nevertheless, we decided to start without him since no one knew when he was supposed to show up. The food was mediocre, and the wine was terrible but other than that, we had a great time for the next few hours. Since we finished dinner early, around 11pm or so, R. and I decided to visit a nearby bar, while R. volunteered to drive R.'s mother home.
-Will you drop R. off after you're done? - the mother asked me.
-No, I am just going to leave her in the middle of the street, - the smart ass me replied. I got a feeling she didn't like it. Oh well.
And so we were off to the bar. By the way, S. never showed up and ignored all R.'s calls. On our way to the bar, I told her about all the crap that happened on the trip and frankly, she was shocked. It did, however softened the blow of him not showing up to congratulate her...
We finally made it to O.E. (and found a parking, too). The bar was very nice and inviting. It was actually a restaurant that turned into the bar on weeknights and weekends. We found two bar stools, got some wine and carried on with our conversation. I haven't seen R. for a while so we had stuff we had to catch up on. I was finishing up my wine and we were about to leave afterwards when the bartender poured me another glass.
-I didn't order any more wine.
-This is the compliments of the gentleman on the other end of the bar.
Oh, OK. Now we had to stay so I could finish the wine, because it was awesome anyway. Plus, I wanted to thank the guy, whoever he may be. So I turned to "the other end of the bar", and saw four "gentlemen". Interesting... whom am I supposed to thank now? Regardless, I waived in that direction and smiled. I figured, whoever sent the drink, would smile back. I was right. Except, two of them waived back... OK, that is not good. Still, feeling as if I've accomplished what I set out to do, I turned my attention back to R. and we stayed at the bar for another half an hour or so until I finished my drink. As we were about to leave, several guys passed us by, and I heard one of them say, "You're welcome".
Well, that settles it.