Race to the Top With Your OB-GYN

Right around the corner from where we live is this great little restaurant/bar that, pre-Alexandra, we tried to make "our" place but just didn't frequent it often enough to really ingratiate ourselves with the staff.  We still like to go as often as possible though, mostly because it's so close but also because the food is good and it's a small establishment.  Anyway, every first weekend in May they do a race called "Race to the Top" which is a fundraiser for the local SPCA.  It's a silly race that my husband won a few years back not because he can run very fast but because he can down an entire beer in one gulp (that was really what sealed the deal for me back when trying to determine if he was the "one").  What is this race that you speak of where one gets to drink beer, you ask?  Well, basically the runners start at the bottom of a hill, run up and into the bar, chug a beer, run out of the back of the bar, up to the top of the hill, around a fire hydrant, back into the bar, chug a beer, and down to the bottom of the hill.  If you vomit you're automatically disqualified.  It's not a locally sanctioned race, i.e. the cops aren't too thrilled about it but it's for a good cause and it brings together all different types of people.  Including, it would seem, my OB-GYN.  I'm not sure if he recognized us when we said "hello," maybe it was because I was fully clothed, but I also got the distinct feeling that he wasn't interested in conversation whether he recognized us or not.  I suppose it must be awkward as an OB-GYN to encounter your patients anywhere outside of work.  For me, it was awkward knowing that there were two men within a 5 foot radius that have been in close proximity to my nether regions.  Maybe that's how he feels, too.  Strangely enough, throughout the rest of the weekend we saw him everywhere but after the awkward encounter at the race decided not to say anything and went about our business.  Maybe next time I'll flash him my nether regions and see if he recognizes me then.  If I do end up doing that you can probably mail all correspondence to the local jailhouse.