An interesting evening...

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Yesterday I had to drive up to Detroit with a co-worker (Jacy) to meet a surgeon (Dr.) and another of our co-workers (Scott, who flew up last night) for dinner. For those of you who don't know, that is a four hour drive. We were originally supposed to have dinner at 5:30pm. We got a phone call on the way that it was pushed back to 6pm. By the time we got there it was pushed back to 6:45pm. We arrived to pick Scott up from his hotel at around 3:30pm. So to kill time we went to the mall where I learned all about noise cancelling headphones, which are sweet, but expensive. Then we drove around for an hour looking for a circuit city and a book store. Then we drove back to the Big Beaver Rd to go to Morton's Steakhouse. We were still about a half hour early, so the hostess told us to wait in the bar/lounge. We walked through and there were no seats so we just stood towards the back. While we were standing there I noticed that the bartenders and waitresses had nicer-than-average uniforms but it didn't really dawn on me that it was because this place was a nice restaurant until we sat down. Before we get that far, I should mention that while we were standing the table right next to us (a small, tall bar table with four seats) opened up and we were getting sick of standing so began to sit. Before any of us could actually sit down, this guy and two older women walked up and he was like, hey, this is our table, but in a manner that said to the three of us "I want to get the piss beat out of me by the three of you". We obliged. I was just amazed at how rude the guy was. Not that I can't understand the situation because they were eating at the bar, we weren't. He could have been a bit more civil about it. So a few minutes later in walks Dr. DeClaire and we go sit down. Almost everyone in the restaurant is in a suit and tie except for Jacy, Scott, and I. Scott was the only of the three of us wearing a tie. Just to give you an idea of the atmosphere, but whatever, I didn't care. It was a nice place though. GREAT food. Not just the entree either, the salad was great, the sides were great, it was all great. The service was great too. Our waiter rattled off the whole menu from memory using food props (real food, not plastic models) then gave us menus. And one of the props he used was a live lobster that before he picked it up had just been sitting there and I thought was dead. Kind of cool. So anyway, it was a good restaurant. After dinner (oh, blahblahblah we talked some business in between) Jacy went to the bathroom. When he came back he was like, "So I just found this guy in the bathroom laying on the floor with a huge gash in his head and a pool of blood under it and his pants halfway down. Then he wakes up and I ask him if he's ok and he's like, 'Yeah,' and I was like, 'Are you sure', and he was like, 'Yeah, I think so, I don't know why I passed out. Man I'm gonna have to get this checked out at the hospital', and I was like, 'Yeah, dude, you ARE going to have to go to the hospital.'" So Jacy came out and told the maitre de. I went in about ten minutes later, not to scope out the scene but just because I had to go so bad (they had taken him away on a stretcher by then) and there was still a pool of blood on the floor that was huge and thick too. I guess they had only gotten far enough to put paper towel over it while looking for cleaning supplies. But he lost a LOT of blood and is probably lucky Jacy found him. So then Scott was joking with Dr. DeClaire about them asking if there was a doctor in the house to come look at the guy (which they didn't). And Dr. DeClaire told us a story about how that happened to him once on a plane coming back from Las Vegas and he was just out of med school about to start his residency in a week and the pilot and stewardess were asking him to make a decision on whether they needed to land based on some old guy's condition. The best part of the story was, when he walked up to the front he said he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and looked like a 20-year-old surfer or something and was like, "I understand you need a doctor. Well I'm a doctor." and the lady took a look at him and asked, "a medical doctor?" in a tone of disbelief.

So that was my excitement for the night. We drove back home after that I didn't get to my house until 1:30am. I woke up this morning at 6:30am not because I was awake but because I couldn't remember what time I usually wake up and how much time I had to get ready. It was a long day.