After he'd consumed his dozen Colorado Goldens at Wild Wings last night, Biggy asked our waitress for a "wet-nap." I told him that if I'd heard him say that while we were dating, it would have spared us both the last ten years. It has nothing to do with the sexual connotations, either. If he'd asked for a "moist towelette" it would have been just as bad. In fact, I'd have been less horrified if he'd asked her for a "lap-dance."