Went out tonight because one of my wife's friends was turning 30. We meet up for dinner near the Galleria and then head over to midtown for a few drinks and to make sure she wakes up tomorrow with a headache the size of Texas. We were sitting down at a table and I was checking into the OU/KU game when out of nowhere, I'm hit with a drink the azzholes across from us threw our way. Nothing provoked, no words to them, no looks, no signals, nothing. Just out of the blue. A brand new Banana Republic shirt...ruined (pulled the tag off today). I was pissed and stood up and had a few words with them, and the guys seemed apologetic (knowing everybody there saw them do it), but the girl with them seemed to think she was SJL and began getting lippy. I decided it wasn't worth getting in a fight over or ruining my wife's friends birthday, so I sat down as the waitress began apologizing. The bar itself did nothing to the azzholes who threw the drink (i.e., ask them to leave), didn't offer to pick up my wife and I's tab (1 beer a piece at that time) or even consider replacing my shirt. It ended up ruining my night and we left shortly after because sitting there covered in what smelled like rum and coke while the people are across from us not having a care in the world was making my blood boil. It was a clear reminder why I gave up going out and am content with just getting a couple of drinks with dinner in the 'burbs.