"....That's a crappy Margarita..I ordered Top Shelf, and she gave me Cuervo....and I edven tipped her $10. That's a good percentage...." Loudly spoken, at 1200 Bistro recently by someone at a good friends birthday party. Louder than necessary considering the server was directly behind the person shouting, and had already cut him off.
"Who cares if the Margarita is crap? You can't drink it now anyway!" Was my first thought. But I had many ideas, ranging from asking him to leave, to leaving myself. His previous announcement to the entire dining room that I looked good and that he wanted to Fuck Me, followed by the question "Im still a top, are you still a bottom," well that was one thing, but verbally berating the server, that is clearly over the line. I was beaten to the punch on asking him to leave, which was probably for the best, as it was done far more diplomatically and brilliantly than I could imagine.
Regardless, what I never imagined was that anyone could ever construe this incident as something beyond a lound mouth drunk getting loud and obnoxious at an inappropriate place and inappropriate time. However, I guess refusing to allow this to continue, constitutes being a bad friend. Wow...that's all I can say
