I'll never forget the evening I met Becker's Ted Danson. I remember it as if it were yesterday. It was the day before yesterday and my wife and I had headed out to our favorite restaurant, Chi Chi's. We were in the mood for some fajitas, margaritas and relaxationitas. Little did we know we were soon to meet the best bartender TV-Boston ever knew, Sammy Malone himself.

We pulled into the Chi Chi's parking lot and I handed the keys to the valet, Clint Eastwood, who quickly hopped in and drove off to park our car.

My wife and I giggled with excitement as we caught a whiff of the telltale Chi Chi's smells: nachos, tacos and burritos. But the smell of the different something-os was nothing compared to what was to occur later that evening. I'm referring of course to my meeting with Ted "The Head" Danson. Settle down, I'm getting to it.

Upon walking through the doors we were greeted with a smile by the hostess.

"Welcome to Chi Chi's. How many for you tonight?" asked Julia Roberts.

"Two for non, please."

"Of course. Bobby, could you take this nice couple to table 23?"

"Certainly. Right this way folks."

Robert DeNiro led us to the table, telling us that our server would be with us momentarily and asking if we'd like to start off with something from the bar.

"Two large Margaritas, por favor!"

"Coming right up folks."

While we waited for our drinks we intently scanned the menu. What would it be tonight? The Chicken Chimi? The Mexican Pizza? The Mexican Spaghetti? The lord is a bastard for creating such impossible decisions!

A moment later our server arrived.

"Somebody order a couple of margaritas?!"

"We did!"

"Hiya folks, my name's Oprah and I'll be your server tonight. We've taken the liberty of serving you your margaritas in the mouths of Michaels Jordan and Caine. Just give their shirts a tug and they'll gladly spit you a sip. Can I start ya'll off with an appetizer?"

"Large turkey nachos please," my wife said as I licked some salt off of Michael Caine's cheek and had him spit some margarita in my mouth.