Ok so our experience wasn't as World War II Dramatic as the title makes it seem (check out the real night of broken glass, and the real night of long knives in your history books people).
We went to listen to Jazz which was cool...
The crowd was nice...cool
The drunk guy was very very drunk and unpredictable..It kinda freaked us out
It's ironic that we felt safer when a guy with a switch blade and his girlfriend sat close to us. We felt he would protect us if drunk guy came a- callin'
Drunk guy's seat kept getting closer and closer to us
The night was filled with tension.
I didn't think it would end well, when drunk guy passed out and someone stole his beer. I really started to become more and more aware of escape routes.
I of course in my mind had already figured out an escape rout for all of us that would be clean and quick..
We wouldn't trip over anything and we could fling something back to trip him if needs be...
I hate having to be hypervigilant but eh...
Meanwhile the jazz was great- Etienne was there!
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