We met up with a friend who works at Café Opera, an exclusive nightclub attached to the Stockholm Royal Opera House, and he casually goes, "Oh yeah, and Bill Murray stopped by last night." After we stopped tugging his shirt and shouting "OMG! OMG! OMG!" he told us about his encounter …"Bill was at the club with two women. I think one was his wife, but he was hitting up the dance floor with two other young birds as well. It was pretty funny. I didn't speak to him, except when I served him, but my co-worker approached him and was like "I'm your biggest fan, blah blah blah." Bill was really nice and introduced him to all his friends and stuff."What we didn't know at the time we heard the story was how Bill ended his night. Leaving the club in the witching hours of the morning, he somehow managed to find himself a golf buggy in the parking lot, and headed straight (save for a quick stop at the 7/11) to his hotel.When the police arrived on the scene, Bill was slaloming down the sidewalk in a good mood. The officer who handled him maintains that he was "very pleasant."Bill, will you marry us please?