BEST:  Sending a round of drinks to a table of hot guys, and having a favorable response.

WORST:  Sending a round of drinks to a table of hot guys, and receiving the following text message:

How I should have texted back:  Shit.  Is that really you Gabe?  You have changed a lot since you were 10.  Tell your mom I say hello!

What actually happened:  (YELLING) “Shit Gabe, don’t tell your mom!” I run out of the bar, haul ass home, down a bottle of wine and google my high school boyfriend.