My boss's birthday

After work Saturday, Amy and I went to a bar downtown to join my editor's birthday party already in progress.

The group had been preceded by two guys who apparently had spent all day with senor Corona. After offering to buy my first beer of the night, the guy in the Yankees cap and his bearded weirdo buddy came with us to the private room. I decided to drop subtle insults -- though the inebriated Yankee clearly could have taken the brunt of full-scale verbal assault and still continued to laugh.

After getting rejected by every woman -- and a few guys -- in our group, the men retreated only to return with half a tray of tequila shots. The other half was on Yankees's pants.

I spilled as many as I could while most of the group "went to the restroom." That way we didn't have to participate.