Recently I went to a bar with some friends of mine to see a band called Hot Lunch...yes Hot Lunch. The band members are not all that great looking but the music is awesome! Now for those of you wondering where I came up with the title, I will tell you. When we got to the bar there were cop cars everywhere! What the hell? Crap started without me?! Just kidding...well about the crap anyway. It seems there are many cops that frequent this bar...during happy hour...on a Saturday night. When I asked one of the cops why they were there I was told he was just visiting a friend...at a table...of drunk-looking women. Okay. My friends and I made our way to the first booth closest to the band. Now I normally would not sit so close because I don't like my ears to bleed but it was the only place left to sit. So let me set the scene for you. This is a bar, yes, but not full of kids. Everyone in the bar is about late 30's to late 60's. Yes, 60's. Mostly thin, leathery l...