To the waitress at a certain downtown bar notorious for having the wait staff dress like old-timey bar wenches. My friends and I came in really late on a friday night, just before New Years and I was so damn drunk. Every time you came to our table I pretty much stared directly at your chest. I'm sure it was obvious to you and it probably happens a lot more than I realize. You didn't respond in a rude way and were very professional, you handled my lame ass very well. My drunkenness is not an excuse to behave like that and I am not normally that big of a douche. So, I'm really sorry that I treated you like that, I sincerely feel like a jerk and rightly so. I hope you make tons of tips and I shall limit the amount I drink when I am downtown in the future. - Tired of Holiday Celebrations