what's a Saturday night without a fight?

...apparently not a Saturday night in McLeod County, Minnesota. I had worked 2 separated parties on Saturday and around 10 p.m. I was told I could stop working and join the surprise party for my law graduate friend. Although I wasn't thrilled by the idea of mingling with some of the party-goers at first, I decided it was in my best interest to hang out for a little while. Free keg beer, private party, my best friend from high school, others that had truly grown up... I found myself, still with my Biscay Liquor t-shirt on and a sense of duty, during the last song of the night trying to hold back a group of girls in a bacholorette party (outside the private party) from swinging at my friend who had put on the party for her husband. She of course was being held back by others on opposite side of the dance floor. Somehow the sister and father got in the mix and all hell broke loose. Noses were bloodied, curses were bellered, people were thrown out, cops came. Welcome back someone said to me in the crowd. Thanks. Hopefully this coming weekend I will remain behind the bar for the fights and puke, there will be about 5X as many people.

Here I am with Delaney, my nephew, on his birthday 2 Saturday's before. This was a real party. People that enjoyed themselves the entire day, no fights... what a concept. It was my first day home, his 11th birthday. What a cool shirt he has! oh my gosh.. and necklace too!!!!
My Dad is in the backround in the orange, watching ever so closely so that I don't wander off again