So, we’re eating out tonite (a rare occurance – kids, out, on a Friday
night) and I really wanted to send to twitter “Who do I have to blow
to get a glass of water here?” but I didn’t because my ten year old
was sitting next to me and has better eyesight than I do.

Then there was the seven foot tall guy from Michigan that ran around
the room riding a stick pony and swinging a bandana while the staff
sang “happy birthday” to him, but I figured that would be over 140
characters, or twitter would just be down.

Anyway, you had to be there.