This is where the fun began. Delicious meal, beautiful bride and groom. Great rock and roll band. Did I mention this was a friend from my husband's work? Yeah, so just know 95% of these people are not like us. Specifically, drinkers and dancers. I tried really hard to dance, but the intimidation was still there. Maybe it's easier after a few drinks. But I wasn't going that route! So I swayed back and forth, did a little clapping and enjoyed myself as much as I could in the situation. Then something happened I had NEVER witnessed before. Two men came onto the patio at 10:00 p.m., about 4 hours into the party. There were probably 25 guests left. The bride told the groom the men didn't belong there, so the groom went over and told them we were having a private party. One of the men didn't like that and a fight started! The groom was hit with a beer bottle over the head and when it broke it sounded like a gunshot! It was really scary. A few punches were thrown, then the instigator jumped over the patio wall, ran out into the street, with several men from the wedding running after him. (They convinced the groom to stay back) Sirens, police, and ambulance arrived in just a few minutes. The restaurant manager did everything possible to try to help. The groom ended up with a cut to his head, blood all over his tux, and a broken bone in his hand. It was a rough end to the evening, and I really hated that for the bride and groom. Can you imagine???
Th-Th-That's All Folks!