WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK. D=
Okay, I told myself that I would go to bed the second I walked in the door from DJing tonight, but... I am in fucking shock. I have to get this out, or I'm not going to be able to sleep.
There was a fight tonight. I know, I've blogged about fights at the bar before, but this was serious. Some guy got knocked out so badly the cops AND an ambulance needed to be called, just a little after midnight. I'm still not clear on what happened, I just heard one of our bartenders yelling from outside and then saw people running down to the end of the plaza we're located on where the one guy was unconscious on the ground. I'm not even kidding, he was bleeding all over the fucking place.
Second I saw that, it was kind of like, "Ohhhh shit. Well, there goes the night." Like I said, cops were called, an ambulance was called, our doorman and a couple other people caught up with the aggressor and brought him back so the cops could question him and decide what to do with him (he went to jail for at least the night, no charges were brought against him), and through it all, I was in the club playing music - but really quiet, just so that I had SOMETHING to do while the cops were taking statements, but wasn't interfering.
Just. What the FUCK. The scariest part is I feel like I KNEW something was going to happen tonight. I didn't want to go. I mean, there are some nights where I'm exhausted and just want to sleep, or I'm feeling sick and don't want to go, or the weather sucks, but it was a nice night, I wasn't tired, and I had minor sniffles - and I just did NOT want to go the bar. I took my sweet time getting food before going to catch my bus, I took my sweet time setting up. I stalled, and I was watching the tvs we have set up more than I was paying attention to what I was doing, and then I was way more disengaged than usual (though that might have something to do with the fact there were very few people in the bar tonight). And then when it happened... I can't say I was surprised. Terrified, maybe, but not... surprised. Scary shit, man.
Falling asleep where I sit now. I'm going to bed. Maybe sleeping will jog my memory.
There was a fight tonight. I know, I've blogged about fights at the bar before, but this was serious. Some guy got knocked out so badly the cops AND an ambulance needed to be called, just a little after midnight. I'm still not clear on what happened, I just heard one of our bartenders yelling from outside and then saw people running down to the end of the plaza we're located on where the one guy was unconscious on the ground. I'm not even kidding, he was bleeding all over the fucking place.
Second I saw that, it was kind of like, "Ohhhh shit. Well, there goes the night." Like I said, cops were called, an ambulance was called, our doorman and a couple other people caught up with the aggressor and brought him back so the cops could question him and decide what to do with him (he went to jail for at least the night, no charges were brought against him), and through it all, I was in the club playing music - but really quiet, just so that I had SOMETHING to do while the cops were taking statements, but wasn't interfering.
Just. What the FUCK. The scariest part is I feel like I KNEW something was going to happen tonight. I didn't want to go. I mean, there are some nights where I'm exhausted and just want to sleep, or I'm feeling sick and don't want to go, or the weather sucks, but it was a nice night, I wasn't tired, and I had minor sniffles - and I just did NOT want to go the bar. I took my sweet time getting food before going to catch my bus, I took my sweet time setting up. I stalled, and I was watching the tvs we have set up more than I was paying attention to what I was doing, and then I was way more disengaged than usual (though that might have something to do with the fact there were very few people in the bar tonight). And then when it happened... I can't say I was surprised. Terrified, maybe, but not... surprised. Scary shit, man.
Falling asleep where I sit now. I'm going to bed. Maybe sleeping will jog my memory.