You missed one: don’t get plowed. I did my first Bluebird round about 20 years ago, way before I got sober. I was on my second bourbon before we even played. My waitress was fatigued with me pretty quickly. Seeking to be charming, I asked her name. “Cher”, she said. I burst out laughing. “No, really!” I said, “What’s your name?” You guessed it, Cher. She fell madly head-over-heels in hate with me, and it was a long time before I played the Bluebird again. Thank God those days are in my rear view mirror. Have a great day!