The night was very interesting, starting with the table right in front of us getting pissed off about being cut off from alcohol and the (not so) gentleman refusing to put down his knife while yelling at the EMT security.
The fights were good but the last one had the crowd pretty riled up, many of them throwing their drinks at the area. While we waited to hear the winner (and just after that) a large group of people started running up (down? away?) the aisle. I look up at Cliff who was next to me and see a very large man hold (and using a stun gun) right.next. to Cliff's head. I tried to warn him and then I bolted down the path away from the fighting mob. Nothing happened, and enough large security guys were around to keep it from effecting any of us, but the way I figure I was just proving I still know how to run in large heels.
All the stuff going on at home had me a little down this evening so when we got home Cliff made me the most delicious Chewys ever.
And, as if that wasn't good enough, he saved some cookie dough so I could have the raw stuff too.
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