At the Pop Century Computer Pool, I was drinking beer from a glass bottle that I'd bought at a liquor store (not a plastic bottle that you'd buy at the poolside bar). Having had a couple too many, somehow or another the bottle made its way to the ground and smashed into a billion pieces. A CM was there with a broom before you could say "Oops," and she [gently] scolded me for having glass in the pool area.