when it's time to go home

I was tired after studio last night, but I wanted to go out with my classmates to Grace O'Malley's for at least one drink and some food. Well, I was thinking about ordering another drink when a girl near me had a seizure. The music went off and the lights went on. One of my classmates' girlfriends was visiting Chicago for the weekend and had come out with us. She happens to be a nurse, so she ran over to help and someone else called 911. Yeah, so I took that as a sign that it was time to go home. The really strange part is that sometime between the girl collapsing and having her seizure and things returning to normal, my plate was cleared. I have no idea how the busboy got around the girl to grab my plate. Weird.