Other more trivial f—ckups

Within the span of three hours last night, I managed to spill tequila and shiraz all over myself (the tequila when I took a shot out of a plastic cup and realized, three-fourths of the way in, that the barkeep had generously oversupplied me, but it was too late to stop the momentum of the shot; the shiraz was my own idiot fault because I was gripping the cup — yes, cup — in my teeth and doing something else with my hands and suddenly I realized I couldn’t bob my head around like so and there went delicious wine all down my damned shirt). And the fine folks you see dancing up there in that picture also contributed to the nastiness of my shirt (which is black, fortunately) by periodically (accidentally?) flinging the contents of their nearly empty cups in my general direction.

Luckily I was a sweaty mess within two seconds of entering the Hi-Tone, so it didn’t make much of a difference in my general appearance.