Well if I do, there those air punches that the boxers always do to warm up.
But, I never make skin contact.
That you know of.
Anyway...so a group of us girls get together for yet, another going-away party for a friend.
I really start to think it's me they're moving away from, but I digress.
We start out at a pub-style restaurant, jalepeno poppers, wings, o-rings, beers, you know.
Chatting away, having a great time.
Next, we move on to our second location...the Karaoke bar.
I love a good karaoke night although I don't sing, I'm a really good supporter and clapper.
Believe me, it's better that way.
So my girls are singing away to "Redneck Woman," "Proud Mary," "I Love Rock and Roll," and my new fave, "Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi....hell-ya.
Poor Merrie has a song-malfunction, TWICE with her Vince Gill song, but she totally Milli-Vanilli's it like a champ!
Then, enter some shady characters. These guys end up hitting on my friends before the incident occurs.
Total stare-off in the middle of the dance-floor area.
That is scary as hell.
I just felt in my bones that there was going to be a fight and I did say this aloud.
Next thing you know, trash talking then some blows and then someone slams into the Karaoke lady's table.
My girl, G has it down, "Everyone out the back" and we briefly stare agape at the chaos before getting the hell out of dodge.
Back door leads to the alley where we see a guy-shirtless and getting the bleep literally kicked out of him.
Not knowing if these guys have weapons, some bystanders tell us to head around the back of the building, just in case...sirens are finally heard roaring up the street.
Another friend makes a comment that I still to this moment can't shake...."That is someone's son!" referring to the guy we saw getting pummeled.
We made it out safe and some other friends were lucky enough to leave early and miss it.
Funny enough, the singers in our group...ticked they didn't get their last songs in to sing. LOL
I'm not sure if next time will include me present.