Okay, so, Duane and I went out on a (real) date tonight because his parents are in town and wanted to give us a date night before they left (By-the-way, thanks Lee and Marilyn).
So...
We went to the Temple and then we went a restaurant afterward. The former was nice, as it always is. The latter was...hilarious? Maybe?
As you can tell, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about our time at the restaurant. The food wasn't the problem. Actually, the food was quite good as we were at a nice sushi restaurant. It was the insane girl fight that broke out in the middle of the restaurant while we were eating that has me amused/semi-horrified.
First things first: Everyone knows that girl fights are vicious. Because girls are mean. Really, really mean. And, they (we) love pulling hair, scratching, punching, kicking and spitting. They (we) also like to get the last word (read: punch/kick) in edge-wise. So, girl fights can last a while if no one intervenes.
Aaaand, apparently things get worse when alcohol is involved.
Yes, that's right, we witnessed a full-blown drunken cat-fight while we were eating (
dinner and a show!!!).

These girls were so loud/wild, everyone in the restaurant watched. Even the kitchen staff came out of the kitchen to gawk. At one point, a server yelled "Call The Police!" at one of her colleagues.
I don't know if the cops were called because they didn't show up. At all.
Eventually the fight traveled to the lobby/waiting area and that's when things escalated (read: got more ridiculous). You see, that's when one of the girls got her hands on a long (-ish) bamboo pole and started beating the other girl with it. I don't know if that would actually hurt since bamboo is hollow, but the girl was swinging with all her might, so...yeah.
Just so you all know, this was a proper girl-fight. There was screaming, biting, punching, kicking, hair-pulling, and name calling.
It was...
AWESOME!