Tonight we went out for honestly seriously the best mojito I have ever had. There were rocks of sugar in it and it was pulpy and thick as a quality milkshake. We had a full-blown camera party in the back of the bar, then settled down to hang out near the remnants of a jazz jam from earlier in the evening. Some guy came back, presumably to go to the bathroom, and tripped into a music stand. He grabbed a bunch of papers off it and threw them in the air, but then he proceeded to whip his glass at us, which was considerably less awesome, but still hilarious. He threw it so hard that it knocked a huge sign off the wall. We were covered in a shower of glass and mint, but were unharmed and so we stayed.