As a semi-native of Texas, replanted many times, I'm no stranger to bar fights. It's pretty much a common occurrence any given weekend. Random guy insults another's girl/dog/truck/mother...you name it...sparks fly.
Out at the Carriage House last night, it was just like old times again. A couple parties exchanged words that didn't go over well, and then they exchanged beer bottles and whatever else they could get their hands on. In the process, the lovely bartenders decided to hop over and break it up. Once they turned on them, a bunch of the regulars and myself ended up in the middle trying to get them out. It was actually a bit longer then any fight I've grown accustomed to, moving back and forth across the bar for a good 5 minutes. After the crowd was pushed out into the parking lot, the door manager locked the place down and called the police.
After the dust settled, we all moved outside to see what was left, and watched both parties flee the scene (Unfortunately only a couple minutes before the police arrived). My poor Mazda3 didn't fair as well as I, losing it's back windshield. Guess I parked in the wrong place at the wrong time!
The police took all the information, and looked around for any blood in the car, but couldn't find anything. Without the license plate information they really didn't think there was anything they could do, so I'll be getting her fixed early this week. I have faith in the Mazda guys...they can make her faster, strong, blah blah.
Best lines of the evening:
Women being questioned by one of the officers - "I can't believe this happened, this is a family bar!"
When asked if I could take a photo of the officers - "Sorry sir, I don't know what it's like in Texas, but in California we try to avoid pictures and videos"
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