A Trip Down Memory Lane

Last night I went drinking with one of my oldest friends. We've known each other since first grade. Mike's wife Michele, is expecting twins and is giving birth on Friday. In anticipation of not sleeping for the next couple of years, we decided to tip a few.

Mike told me we were going to meet a few other guys that I hadn't seen in years. That was great, but then he told me where we were going. The bar they had chosen for the night's festivities was none other than the bar that was the scene of one of the biggest brawls in Noonan history.

On the night of my bachelor party, about twenty of us ended up at this bar after a fine evening of steaks, booze and fellowship. We're a peaceful lot, not prone to drunken outbursts. That's true until we are mingled with the public. Well mingle we did. At one point, one of my brothers (I'll leave his name out to save him from further shame) was accused of touching a bartenders ass. Forget the fact that he would have had to be Stretch Armstrong to do it. Anyhoo...He was taken out by the bouncers and long story short, the bar then emptied out and one of the biggest fights I have ever seen ensued. Police were called, noses were bloodied, eyes were blackened and insults hurled. We all survived and my wife still married me.

Fast forward fourteen years and here I go, right back in. Sure I was watching over my shoulder, but hell, it turned out to be dollar cheeseburger night. We ate drank and enjoyed catching up with old friends. Don't think for a minute I didn't have a shiv in my boot. I never forget. Later...Brian