Poor Herb was completely caught off guard, and kept looking at me as if to say "Was it because I was scantily clad? I wasn't wearing my collar..."
And then there was the situation with the cake.
Fernando hadn't realized there was a camera nearby, and was swearing up and down that he had no idea why the frosting was mussed.
He then proceeded to bump into silverware and several plates, as his vision was slightly blurred by something...
He miraculously rebounded when my mom brought out the port.
When I went to bed, he was still staggering around the living room, singing some blues song about "She done me wroooooong...". Egads, 'Nando, get it together.