Oh What a Night

With the boys heading back to Chicago today, and Chris out of town, it's quiet on the home front. That's not to say we didn't have an exciting weekend - especially Saturday night when two patrons crashed through the front door of our favorite Italian eatery.

Of course, we had to take Matt and Paul to La Madonnia. It easily wins our "favorite spot" award in Paris. But towards the end of our meal, when the smoke began to finally clear, one of the men at the eight top next to us passed out. When his friend tried to revive him by carrying him outside, they smashed through the door. We sat in horror as both eased backwards with blood dripping from what appeared to be minor cuts. There wasn't much we could do.

Their remaining party quickly rushed outside. As Alex and Melanie morphed from wait staff into emergency technicians, we sat trying assess the need for our intervention. Our table, as well as the unusually large gay crowd, opted to salvage the night and finish our meal. Again, what could we do?

Upon leaving, we consulted Alex and Melanie as they continued their disaster relief. With a smile on their face, they didn't seem bothered by the incident. Would the outcome have been similar if it weren't the friendly Italian restaurant we've come to appreciate? A part of me thinks not. Then again, as I noted a few days earlier, I might still be bitter.