We went to the Dirt in December race in St Louis today. We had parked our car on the sixth floor of the adjoining parking garage. Upon returning to our car at 11:08 we waited in the auto line with all the other garaged vehicles to get out. The wait was about an hour. Lucky we enjoyed our surroundings. Once we were out of the garage, we could have headed to our hotel, but we thought taking a late night drive around down town St Louis would be fun. The streets were still packed at 12:30am. The architect was beautiful all lit up, the holiday decorations looked lovely. Neither of us had a clue where we were going, just enjoying the scenery. When we stopped at a traffic light at 14th Street and Washington across from Self Inflicted Tattoo (I am not sure it is a tattoo shop or a night club) There were lots of people lingering outside, I figured to get into the club. But not the case... there where actually two young ladies (I use that term very loosely) fighting on the sidewalk. As our traffic light was about to change, a car in the oncoming traffic lane stopped, right there in the traffic. The driver got out and was around the car in a flash, yelling and grabbing at something in the waistband of his trousers. The fight and the group of onlookers started to break up as we drove away.
And I thought the fireworks at the dirt track were the big excitement of the evening!
After that we made our way to the quiet little neighborhood where our hotel was located. Enough excitement for us!
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