Ben sat with a diet coke in front of him, his Sam Adams placed in front of Rachel, her Guinness placed in front of Selena, and Selena silently giving off the impression that she may or may not be able to speak English.  “Do you want the rum added to this diet coke or a whole separate drink?” responded the waitress. Ben froze. He didn’t know. This question had not been anticipated.

Some things come right back to you no matter how long it’s been.  This was not one of those things.  It’s been nearly 10 years since we needed to try to sneak a drink in a bar. Friday night, when Selena showed up without her wallet, we realized we needed to dig deep to remember how to get four drinks to a table with three IDs.

We came up with a plan, that started out rather reasonable, but we started over-thinking, and with each new potential scenario, came a new complication that culminated with the convoluted scenario where nobody was actually able to keep their own drink in front of them, and Selena would have to speak only Mandarin whenever the waitress came near.

It was a bit over-complicated.  We scaled it back quickly from that point, essentially at the same time we realized the waitress was not even carding.