Death Row Irony

Reading my ridiculous comments in that last post regarding my "posse" took an ironic twist last night.
Long time readers of this blog may remember a couple years ago when, on a similar work trip to LA, my comrades and I were chillin' at the same club at Suge Knight. Pretty random, right? Last night, at the bar here at the not-very-high-rolling Palms casino, myself, my Wisconsin rep bro Mike and his wife Brooke were enjoying some beers and winding down after a long day. Who comes in, but Suge and his posse. What are the odds? Really, Suge again? We resumed our mellow conversation and went on about our business. Mike sat his beer down on this banister thing and it started falling over. Brooke grabbed it, sending a slight spray into the air, landing on one of Suge's dudes. We're talking about a couple drops. Brooke immediately apologized but he was pissed, saying "You got beer on my shirt, at least you could apologize" (which she had already done). She did again, followed by Mike and I confirming that it was just an accident. Dude was still pissed. It was so insanely tense. He finally walked away and I'm proud of us for staying put and resuming our conversation. I still can't believe it happened. It may not sound like a big deal but keep in mind that he was one of several guys who were posted up, strategically, around the perimeter of Suge. If we had less beers in us it would have been even more awkward, but it was nuts regardless. I mustered up the courage to take the above pic, but I'm was still shaken up.