What follows is a true morning after story. Someone, who shall remain nameless, was sipping a beer last night at his favorite pub after having just purchased box seats to Swan Lake. After flirting with his favorite Arabic waitress, and trying to impress her with his limited arabic, he gets it in his mind that she needs a ballet outing. For cultural reasons, one just can't ask this girl out without aproval from the father, etc. But, with the clarity of thought that only comes after the third dark beer, he decides to give the beautiful Palestinian Girl and her mother his tickets to the ballet, thus winning points all around.
Unfortunately, with the fog of thought that only occurs the morning after dark beers he realizes that there will be no Swan Lake now for him. The only conclusion he can draw from this- Ballet, Beer, and /dating don't mix!