So, my mom's like, come out to this steak place with me. I let her go ahead, I met up with her a little while later. Apparently, it wasn't come have dinner with me, it was come sit at the bar while I get drunk and embarrass the crap out of you. She talked to like, everyone in the bar, and I bought a beer. Now, mind you, I'm not a big drinker, so one tall German beer and I'm like, hammered. I actually did get a steak, and it's so damn difficult to cut a steak while drunk, lol. Anyway, she at some point pulled out her whistle to show all the bar patrons, and proceeded to whistle repeatedly. Eventually I whipped out my credit card, acted like a baller and paid for us, then left her there to hang out with her new old people friends.

Lesson learned, don't drink with your mother.