Suddenly a car pulls up out of the fog (it's always foggy in dreams) flashing it's high beams at us. It's my buddy's wife and she wants to go out for a drink. So I recommend a place that I think might still be open. Once we get there we find ourselves in the middle of a trashy wedding after-party. I'm only assuming the wedding was "trashy", but considering that they wound up at this joint afterward it is probably a good bet. The bride and groom are wasted and grinding it to the silky smooth sounds of the bar band's version of "Love the One You're With". Really? Glad to see that my dream life isn't lacking in irony.
We grab a booth in the dining area to distance ourselves from the perceived losers in the bar area, when perception turns to reality. A fight breaks out. A classic sprawling bar room brawl. Amongst the wedding party. No way we were getting involved, but then I see the bride kinda in the middle of it. So I gallantly rush over to escort her out of harm's way. She pleads with me to find her husband and make sure he is okay.
So I wade into the mass of drunken idiots to find the groom. Along the way several mini-fights flare up around the edges of the larger overall fight. I tip-toe through it all. Then the fight spills into the dining area and into the booth we were occupying. I check to see that my beer is okay, and I see that one of my friends has saved it. Phew!
That's when the entire place spills out into one of the joints two parking lots and a bunch of cop cars show up to break things up. And I wondering just what kind of second-hand buzz I must have caught from those dude's fishing on the bridge.
Oh, and yeah...it wasn't a dream after all. It all really happened.
How was your weekend?
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. All the drunken buffoons are doing it.