It was a good night. Sorry I had to leave before 10:00, but work will do that.
Grant, from where I was sitting, it looked like she did the look back over her shoulder ... at Glenn. The women at the next two tables were looking at Glenn. The guy in the yellow ball cap looked at Glenn, and will probably never go back to Emma's again. (Why was their table sitting so low, anyway?)
But if it makes you feel any better, the hot blond waitress did feel your beaver. And I will bear witness to this assemblage that it did happen, despite my lack of pictures.

Glenn, glad that the kilt fits and that you like it.

Dave, good to see you again. And I'm still curious about those epaulettes.

Karrot, sorry I missed meeting you.