Way Back Wednesday – Bar Fight

It’s that time again…. Another edition of Way Back Wednesday!

This one is going to be a little awkward to talk about for me. It kinda has something to do with being single, but it was a huge learning lesson as to who I am really am as a person.  It involves Wings Bar and Grille again (Don’t forget, I spent a lot of time alone there while “dating” a bartender, and weird shit happened). It also is a flashback into my life.

I lived with a few people I worked with earlier in the year, it lasted about a month. We were “friends” much longer that, but when I decided to move out things got really bad, extremely fast. Since then I’ve kind of been in hiding from them, and it’s what pushed me farther into the lonely lifestyle. But if you know me in real life, then you know I’m very passive and try to keep a friendly disposition. Well these girls, we’ll call them the Rudes, I lived with were straight up bitches. I moved out in March and this event happened in late June (I think?).

So I’m hanging out at Wings, and it’s pretty empty. When I pulled up and parked in one of the first spots I knew that it would be slow. (PS I have a very recognizable lunch box of a car. So once you see it, you’ll know which to avoid if you don’t want to party with this animal.) There’s two people inside that I know there from them visiting my place of employment and it’s a calm night. Fine by me, I’ll enjoy my drinks and the company.  So I head outside to smoke a cigarette and the bartender… let’s call him Jay… came out and said “Just so you know the rudes are here“. Jay is working and kind of telling me in passing, so I asked about if it was cool if I just left then. I had planned to stay till closing with him to go to his house after he got off. For some reason I thought he said “No, it’ll be okay, just stay” but what was said was “Not it’s okay, you don’t have to stay“. Well I wish I had better fucking hearing, because next thing I knew, there they are standing next to me at the bar. I mean, they knew my car and could have avoided this bar. There’s 4 others down the road…go there. But nope. The #1 bitch of the group is in my ear, kind of calling me out, and being a huge smart ass. I had no intentions of talking, looking, or acknowledging these girls. But they’re not cute, and really aggressive, and of course I had to be their first (and last) stop at that bar. So again, in a passive way I’m trying to turn away to get up and away from the situation, and that’s when it happened. Rude #1 hit me in the face, open handed, and all I could do was yell for Jay. He instantly kicked them out (One of the nicest things he’s done) and stood outside listening to them trying to apologize to him about it (one of the worst things he could have done, come on take my side at least).

So I got upset. Not because I got hit in a bar, but because I once considered this girl and her whole group my friends. I did a lot for them, and took a lot of bullets for them as well. And she hit me. After months of not seeing each other, she couldn’t just be chill and cool. She had to have the upper hand. So I hung back in the pool room with the two people who stop by my work place, and they calmed me down. It’s a girl and her boyfriend. She had him watch to make sure they didn’t come back. And I went out and smoked a cigarette and called my friends to calm down. And I kept hearing the same things why didn’t you hit her back? why didn’t you call the police? but that’s not what I wanted to do. I just wanted to sit at the bar, enjoy drinks, and not have something like this happen. My friends made jokes about going after them, and what they would do what would happen if they came after me again. But even to this day, I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to be the white trash girl fighting at the bar. I don’t have a tolerance for this kind of nonsense, and there isn’t any shame in avoiding it.

Jay came back and said they were down the street at a bar his friends worked out talking about beating my ass. Now that’s embarrassing — but I have to give myself credit. My response to that was “Well damn, I still look pretty good considering I just got my ass beat“. I mean, how dumb could they be? lapped me in the eye…. now if you had knocked me out and left me black and blue, I’d give you the credit. But really? My message to rude #1: If you need the confidence boost, then have it. Because my job, my car, my home, my friends, my income… I earned all of that and did it the right way in life. Tell me what you’ve accomplished? I can proudly say that at the very least I don’t look like a psycho bitch at a bar and well… what can anyone say about you?

So what I’ve learned is to not trust people as much as I used to. And that I like being a non-violent person. I’m happy at the fact that I would never do that to a person out of hate. You look cheap and pathetic fighting at the bar. Nobody likes having to kick people out of the bar, nobody wants to watch you try to make yourself look cool by hitting someone alone at the bar. So lesson for you kids to learn — Fucking. Drop. It. If you’re pissed and have hard feelings — GET OVER IT. You look like a child. I just hate seeing anybody fight at bars. I’ve seen dudes get body slammed and head butted and it’s not attractive. I’d much rather watch you talk shit on Facebook than harm someone physically.

This is probably not a Way Back Wednesday that’s hilarious, but I got hit at a bar. Lol. An annoying moment in my life shared with you kids on behalf of my single bar hangs. Just remember this the next time you feel anger. Bar, work, in general. Violence isn’t the answer, and even more so when someone is by themselves. Be understanding of the humans around you, and if you mentally can’t handle that stay away from people. Grow up, it’ll do you a lot of good.

Be cool cats 🙂

“Never pick a fight with an ugly person, they’ve got nothing to lose.” – Robin Williams

 

 

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Way Back Wednesday!

Introducing…. Way back Wednesday! (Check out the link to learn more about this fun mini series!) You’ve heard of shout out Sunday and throwback Thursday… But I like Wednesday. It’s a cool day. What day is it?! Hump day!!! So this is a mini post about a funny story recalled from my past and this one is shared with my friend Cassie. Cassie is a mom (hey hot mama!!) and a bartender. She’s super sassy and I dig her a lot. But when we go out, two pretty girls get attention. However, we can make a man look dumb as fuck and I love it.

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(Meet the way gorgeous Cassie <3)

So this story is brought to you by Wings Bar and Grille. Wings has an inside bar and outside patio bar. It’s a hole in the wall, but a hotspot for the area it’s located in. I “dated” (and I use that term lightly) a bartender there so I spent many a night hanging out at Wings. You don’t have to remind me how cool I am, I already know. Anyway, Cassie joined me this night and we’re having a great time. Hell yeah, shots! And then… We’re surrounded. Way drunk dudes trying to mack and it’s     just     not     cute. So Cassie and I had just gotten off work, and we’re still in uniform and to be honest, still a little dirty from the day. But I have tattoos that are supposed to be covered at work, that were currently showing.

*Let me just insert, my tattoos are mainly for myself and if you compliment them, that’s cool. But do not try to use your shitty tribal work to impress me. I’ve spent a lot of $$ on the tattoos I have now and your basement work isn’t the best I’ve ever seen. End rant.*

So this guy is showing me his tattoos, and I can’t remember if it was a tribal piece or a sun or what it was. But it was old and needed touched up, and he was just really annoying us. So my clever little Cassie realized she had black on her finger from a dry erase marker. When the dude wouldn’t shut up, she rubbed her finger on his tattoo. Keep in mind, he’s drunk and so are his buddies. She showed him her finger and within two minutes we had this guy convinced that his tattoo was rubbing off and that we didn’t believe it was real. Finally…. FINALLY…. Dude gets the hint and walks down the bar and away from us. The night was chill again, and we laughed it off.

Then all of the events of the evening were topped off by what we saw next. This guy is surrounded by his friends, all licking their fingers and rubbing his tattoos. I’m pretty sure he was emotionally disturbed by what happened. And we died. What a fucking  tool!

Guys, just don’t. Learn body language, use smoke signals, whatever it takes for you to get it through your thick skulls that not every girl at the bar wants you to hit on them. And once you learn that while you’re sober, learn the signs when you’re drunk as a skunk. Don’t make me or Cassie have to make you look like a complete fucking idiot. Because we aren’t sassy just because, and definitely are not afraid to do so. 😉

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Thank you, my beautiful friend Cassie, for partying the nights away with me.

 

“It helps if you remember that everyone is doing their best from their level of consciousness.” – Deepak Chopra

…is drunk a level of consciousness…? Haha!!
Peace Out Dudes.