I wasn't sure if the Rumble Room or No Holds Barred was more appropriate for this story, but here it is...
Let me start by saying, I'm sure glad I'm friend's with Ed Fitzgerald...
Setting: Virant's 31st B-Day party Willoughby Brewing Co. (Jan. 27th, 2006)
Time: 2:29am ( Now at 1899...long after Virant has left.)
Incident: Huge Brawl ( for no apparent reason)
Ok, here it is, long story short:
I'm at the bar '1899' with Ed Fitz and his Russian buddy ( We'll call him Yakov)... and these two dude's get into an argument ( I fucked your chick, blah, blah, blah, she's almost as good as your mom, blah, blah...that kind of shit. )
For some odd fuckin' reason, I befriend the one dude in the fight.
I guess, it would have made more sense if I knew the dude, his chick... or even his Mom , but I didn't... ( I might have been looking for a fight myself , I'm not sure?)...whatever the case may be, doesn't matter. Anyway, the instigator leaves, nothing happens, everthing is cool. Right?
No...Last call is over and it's time to leave. I still feel like I should have that one dude's back. Why? Good question. Just because...that's all I got for that one.
Ed, Yakov and I go outside and there looks to be an all to familiar problem...Mr. I wanna start a fight, but not finish it , is back...
I know, I know, get to the good stuff.
Here we go...Mr. Wiggerboy gets in my buddy's face again ( my buddy I knew for four minutes that is) and now we have a problem. Don't get in my boys face like that.
Ok, here is where I turn into a complete idiot ( I'm 29 years old.. mind you ) there is no reason for this.
Shit, It's Virant's birthday, he's not here, but it's his damn birthday and everyone should be a little more mature by now ( you would hope ), but alcohol can make a sane man crazy ( I'm not saying I'm sane in the first place, I'm just saying...)
So, here is what I decide to do...