Rather than re-type it and try to put it in Blog context, I'll just cut and paste my little story from Friday night exactly how I sent it to a friend via email:

" Brad and I were leaning against the bar and this 50+ year old guy with a thick (slurred) irish accent wearing a pinstriped suit came up to us and asked us if we knew how to get downstairs. The bar had no downstairs. I said "are you looking for the bathroom? That's in the back, but I don't think there's a downstairs." He mumbled a couple of other things and then walked away, so Brad and I went back to talking. Then all of a sudden he walks back over to us and starts choking Brad and I ate the same time.. one of us with each hand. Brad knocked him backwards and then all of a sudden a bartender's hand was grabbing at me yelling that I was getting thrown out. Everyone around us started telling him that we didn't do anything, so they let me go. Five minutes later another Irish guy came over to us and said "i'm sorry about my friend... he's been drinking since 6 o'clock and is pretty drunk. he's fought in three wars.. He's also a delegate (or maybe he said diplomat) in the UN... so if they let him back in here - which they will - you might just want to stay out of his way."

He actually did come back in. But he didn't even remember what happened. And I was having too much fun at that point to care. "

Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction... --