Phillip asked if we had a little something to loosen up, and wet his whistle. We didn't so I ran over to Oxxo and got a fifth of Jose Cuervo Especial. Needless to say, the whistle got wet and we laid down some killer sax tracks and a bottle of tequila. I think St. James Infirmary almost put Phillip into the San Felipe infirmary, or at least his wife Nikki almost did when he got home.