Saturday Night's All Right for a Fight

Saturday's Mountain Rescue Brew Fest was a smash hit, judging from the amount of people in attendance. I don't think I've ever seen that many people gathered on Marble's patio since they've been open. Mountain Rescue's Jessie Shires told me that the response was so overwhelmingly good that Marble wants to host the benefit again next year. And thanks to Jessie who replaced my High Angle Ale pint glass that I found mysteriously broken with a new one. And thanks to my friend who took that glass home with her but didn't bother to bring me along too. I walked with that friend from Marble over to Central Avenue in order to more easily catch a cab home and was again reminded why I stick to craft beer bars rather than clubs. On the stroll to Central we witnessed the first group of douchebags getting into a fight outside the convention center, complete with a guy screaming, "I'll fucking kill you! You're fucking dead!" Luckily, the cops showed up before he could make good on his threat. The next treat involved a guy and his WAYYY too drunk girlfriend (? friend? acquaintance?) in the plaza area by the Galeria shops (why only one L?), where she could barely stand but certainly had the energy to scream, "NO! NOOOO!" I couldn't tell what the hell was going on, and again the cops showed up quickly. After passing by Lucia, where all the short skirt wearing girls have gravitated to since Sauce's demise, we arrived on Central just in time for a huge brawl to break out involving people waiting to get into NYPD pizza. They shoulda had DiGiornio's. By this time I had become desensitized to all the violence, so much so that when I saw a well-dressed girl standing by herself in the middle of Central, crying her eyes out, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. How many incidents occurred at Marble in perhaps their busiest day ever? Zero. Stick to good beer, my friends!