i was trying to minimize the collateral damages… 
I had two or three decent import beers of astronomical alcohol level, then Chad and I ordered pitchers of margaritas… and put straws in them.
and that was Chicko’s glass I puked in, while Chad pissed himself a little bit.
I walked out of the restaurant to take a nap, and i was frustrated as hell because i couldn’t find my bright red car in a half-empty parking lot.
good times.