the date. the dive bar. the bloody altercation.

i will keep it short and simple. relay the tale briefly. stacey and i went on a date last night for a belated bday celebration. she suggested the wine dive off of studemont. ironically, we have both sworn off the bevies for 2008. however, max and his wine dive are notorious for their chicken and dumplings and crazy ass desserts. we had a long day. it was late. we were hungry. we stopped by. the conversation was insightful. the company, delightful. the setting, loud and intoxicated. after devouring the dessert that our waiter declared was "on the house," the evening took a startling and swift turn. in all my crazy experiences, i've seen nothing similar. think: bad movie fight scene. horrible western bar brawl. blood and obliteration....one minute i am declaring my future desires to stacey. the next, there is a man falling on our table getting the shit beat out of him. the table is destroyed and stacey gets pinned under it in the booth. i jump out of my seat with quick reaction time. when i realize there is stacey to save, i return to the table to pull her out. there are still punches being thrown. by this time, the man being beaten is unresponsive. i think he might be dead. but try not to look. others slowly respond by leaving the scene. the cops and ambulance arrive. there is blood and crushed glass everywhere. i grab my purse from the table and we jet......