A series of ridiculous events - part III.2

Just when you think life couldn't get crazier... it does. 

Saturday night (after arriving home)

We get ready chop chop... CHOP CHOP. We, ummm, don't eat. I get gas. Some other creepy man comes up and asks for gas at Chevron and L.O.V.E is playing in the background at Chevron. Strange.

We get to UCLA and can't get into parking. I legitimately tell Safia that we should just forget this and go out together. I can't take this anymore. The Persian arrives, takes the wheel, finds us parking, we pay, we walk a LONG way to get to the theater, and BAM!
I give Omid this look and tell him to go inside and we'll meet him in there. Safia knows, SHE KNOWS.(FORGETFUL EVENT#4) I left the tickets in the car... in my bag... which I also forgot in the car - intentionally. I didn't think I needed it.

I RUN.
We get into the theater, sit, listen, enjoy Beethoven's Ninth (Ode to Joy). People who didn't know any better clapped in-between movements... ew. It ends, I enjoyed it. I needed some joy in my life at that point.

We're, obviously, starved at this point. The five of us decide to go to Zankou Chicken on Sepulveda. We turn right instead of left after exiting the 405. Minor mistake that veered us off course a little, but you know, at this point, we're used to it. No worries. None at all... 

We arrive finally and guess what?
The register reads in big red letters "No cash." Lucky for Safia and I, there was an ATM right behind us. After she withdraws some cash, we see the other register with its dinky little white sign, "Cash and credit card." %#@!*&
And another thing, we had to take it to go. What???
I don't want to tailgate at 11pm in my car at this sketchy location after BEING IN MY CAR FOR HOURS PRIOR.

We eat in Westwood in this patio area of an apartment. Good food. Good company. All going well. We go to Gypsy Cafe next - it was Safia's WISE choice. All was going well until I needed to use the restroom. Not that that was particularly bad, but I was looking at the door to get up and saw the guy at the door not letting this other guy in. A little tension? Kind of. A little push, a little shove and what else?

Restaurant guy slapped the other guy!!!
Huh? Did anyone else see that??

FIGHT.

Our table was pushed. Why, you ask? Well, we were kind of in the middle of it all, front row, VIP seats. Our table was right next to the door.

The guy wanting to get in gets pushed back by his friends, friends let him go, he kind of grabs a chair and throws it at the door hitting this girl.

WE NEED TO LEAVE.

The fight moved around our area, went briefly into the streets, punching heads and holding down to cars, a lot of men in the streets all getting involved, a friend trying to as well in his sweater and tie.

There's glass and coal and people and the guy  from the restaurant digging in his pocket. We run by the movie theater entrance to stay safe. Almost leave. Where's Omid!??! The men RUN past us, very close to Safia who thought she was safe. We run to the car, get in, and go!

Safia, Caroline, and I went to bed around 3 something.

A custom ferris wheel, a bruin bonfire, fantastic fireworks, a cold King's game, free churros, terrible parking, a good game, a killer drive, a great concert, yummy food, fun company, a live Arab fight to top it all of.

What more could you ask for?