I know it wasn't but it seemed like it. Wife gets home, I'm on the couch waiting for her to say those sweet words. She says it, " I want a beer". So we're off to the local hole to have a few with the intention of picking up a pizza on the way home. She's drinking Red Seal, I'm on Hennepin, all is good. One of the regulars comes in, says hi, he's off to his corner where he starts talking to the bartender and a friend of hers on the drinking side of the bar. Next think I know, people are screaming and glass is broken. I guess he started talking shit about seeing the bartenders tits while she and girlfriend were goofing around. A welcomed sight in my drinking book. Boobs are always good. I guess he as a different book. He was giving her shit about how they were not that nice and he'd seen better? She picks up some ice and slings it at him as she often does to people she knows. He didn't like it so he starts cussing at her so she picks up his beer and slams it on the bar so it foams all over the place, he cusses some more, she threw his beer away, he cusses some more and asks for his money back, she tells him to fuck off, he pics up a shot glass and throws it toward her breaking it on the floor behind the bar and walks out with about half the bar following him. I'm thinking that was weird but I have a beer, wife has a beer, life is good. Now, I'm normally on the early shift, 4-7pm or so. The first incident happened maybe 5:30ish. Seven rolls around, decide we haven't had nearly enough. Besides, a friend just called and is on the way and we're talking to a new to this part of town couple that are really fun. Friend shows up, I'm finishing off my third .75L of Hennepin, life is good. Then I hear it again, loud cussing. Look down the bar and the new bartender (shift change) is rapidly escorting some guy out of the bar and he apparently doesn't want to go, he lost. Order a Ayinger Celebrator, life is good. The idiot comes back in a few minutes later like he's going to talk the bartender into changing his mind, he lost. Some time in the middle of all this the owner of the place shows up to open the second bar so I switch to her bar to chat, she double charged my card last month and I'm still trying to straighten that out. Here he comes again, this time the owner escorts him out and it seems to finally be over. Well, we thought so until the sheriffs dept shows up. The idiot called the cops because he was drunk and got kicked out? Cop chats with the owner for a total of about 45 seconds, she gives him a hug? and I order another beer, life is good. Moral of the story, the owner is friends with the cops so don't call them when your so drunk you get kicked out of the bar,...... I guess. Wierd night, never seen any problems there before, that and the fact we didn't leave til after 9pm. That's going into overtime with my schedule. Oh yeah, never got the pizza either, that must be why I feel like warmed over shit today.