ACTION PACKED

It was nearly impossible to get tickets to The Dark Knight at the IMAX theater, so we went to a vintage party at Paris Night Club instead (http://campolive.blogspot.com).

A lot of people got all dolled up for the party: Go-Go girls, guys dressed like Sherlock Holmes, and lots of hippies. It was like a scene from Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, minus the big hair. My favorite was a young Taiwanese dude dressed like a Japanese farmer clunking away on the dance floor with a pair of "geta" slippers.

We danced and chatted with a bunch of good friends till 2 in the morning.

At the end of the party, we took the party to "Underworld". As its name suggests, "Underworld" is a dark drinking hole in the basement on the bottom of a narrow, slippery-looking staircase. When we got down there, it was packed and the music rattled every bone in my body. I waited in line for the only washroom while Bill went outside looking for an alternative. When I came out of the washroom, I saw Bill standing a few feet away. I also saw a Taiwanese guy and a black dude talking trash at each other. As soon as I got to Bill's side, I said, "I think those two guys are gonna start a figh...". Then we were shoved backward and fell onto the ground.

I remember sitting on the floor between two tables with cake all over me wondering what had happened. There were sounds of shrieking, growling, and thumping coming from above. With the bright white light flashing on the ceiling, all I could see was silhouettes cutting in and out of the light beam. Then I heard Bill's angry voice, "You -----. That was my girlfriend you pushed." I reached out and realized he had stood up. Then I saw a lot of legs closing in on where Bill was standing.

I quickly got up and my eyes finally adjusted to the light. Bill had his back to the wall and he was surrounded by a group of Taiwanese guys with their arms extended toward him. He was fending off shoving and grabbing hands, even removing one guy's hand from his throat, and saying "it's ok, it's ok, stop, stop." Some people tried to pull those guys away while a few people came and stood by Bill. I went between Bill and those guys from the side, putting my arms on top of all of theirs, yelling, "You're picking on the wrong guy. The guy you want is over there." (the black dude was in a fight of his own near the washroom) No one heard me (well, they were necessarily listening). I was scared and frustrated. All I wanted was for this to be over so we could go home. But Bill and those guys were still engaged in a lot of shoving and fighting action.

Then some guy grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. I saw where I went down and there were shattered beer bottles everywhere. Glass! A scary thought flashed through my mind and I was about to freak. I frantically turned around, determined to get Bill out of here. As I turned, I was greeted by Bill's arms. "Babe," he looked me in the eye, "I just gotta get my glasses and we'll go, okay?" he said. I looked around and the crowd had dispersed. What happened? I stood there alone while all the other people moving about around me. A few random people came and asked if I was okay and if he was okay. "His glasses," I said to them, "We gotta find his glasses."

Eventually the black dude was pulled and pushed out of the pub, and the Taiwanese guy disappeared in the crowd. We found Bill's glasses, went to the back far away from the crime scene, and shook it off over 2 bottles of Heineken.