While we were down at Ft. Lauderdale this weekend, Kate took all of us to the Mai-Kai Restaurant for happy hour. It really was a great deal. There were half off appetizers and also an awesome buy one get one free drink deal. The waitress made it clear that it had to be the same drink that you ordered initially.

Speaking of the waitress... she was attractive. Kim must have said three or four times that she had a "sick" body. It was quite noticeable because all of the waitresses in the bar areas were wearing strapless bikinis. Kim kept saying that she was waiting for a nipple to pop out as she was bending over to get our drinks. I asked Kim to let me know if it happens so I can see.

The drinks were organized into different categories, and we all elected to drink from the strong tropical drink menu. The waitress said her favorite was the Black Magic, so both me and Gibbs got that. Ben wasn't quite sure what to get, so at the last minute he went for the barrel of rum, probably because it was served in a barrel.

Our drinks were served, and the black magic was awesome. It came in a gigantic glass that seemed to never get past the halfway mark no matter how much you drank. That might have been the magic. Ben's barrel of rum however, was not pleasant. It was pretty strong and not to Ben's liking. So when the waitress came back, Ben tried negotiating with the waitress for a different second drink. Which led to the following exchange*:

Waitress: Whats the problem with the drink?
Ben: It tastes like fire!
Waitress: Well you have two options. (1) You can be a man and abide by our earlier agreement to have the same drink as your first one, or (2) You can get the fuck out of here!

*Okay, this entire exchange didn't happen. But as soon as the waitress said "you have two options," Gibbs and I just started cracking up and making up a conversation that would entertain us.

In any event, Ben finangled his way into a Black Magic for his second drink. Kim and I split up her mai-tai and my black magic between the two of us, and we were all pleasantly buzzed heading off to dinner.

The imaginary memory of the waitress berating Ben, however, will be forever etched into our minds.