I woke up this morning with the horrible post-tequila taste in my mouth. Bleah. As with all Sundays before a Monday holiday, Cynthia and I went to BS last night for beers and an evening of making fun of the karaoke set. Cynthia and I have had this little pre-holiday tradition for a while now. One of the perks for working for a bank/the government. After many beers, my resistance to the margarita special was weakened (damn you you evil temptress). Our cocktail server accidentally spilled one on me. I'm sure I would have cared more if I was a bit more sober. He was genuinely apologetic, although when we suggested he sing "Stand Back" by Stevie Nicks to make it up to me, he politely declined. Some lame ass excuse about it being out of his range. Hmmm...his limited range didn't seem to be an issue when belting out "Lady Marmalade".