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I play in a house band at a local cantina here in Kansas. That night, we had a gig outside of the club, and it finished early. With many good hours of drinking left (and we were already a little saucy), my sax player and I headed back to the club because we drink for half-price there.
Once we got there, we ended up at this tiny table with about five other drunken waitresses and commenced getting totally shit-hammered. There were seven of us around this table, packed in so tight that we were brushing elbows constantly. I took a drink of my Heineken, and no sooner did I do this than I tossed it right onto the table. I was totally embarrassed, but I found it odd that no one said anything. I looked around, then got up, went to the nearby bar, got a rag, wiped it up, then threw the rag away. I sat back down and drank some more of my beer, then my sax player slammed his drink on the table and said "Jesus Christ, am I the only person that saw Joe throw up on the table?"
The rest of the waitresses looked at me, and I stared back at them with a blank expression of innocence. They told Matt (sax player) to shut up and quit lying to them. To this day, they still don't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself!
Signed Joe-bone
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