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Or again, That's Why They Call It Liquid Courage
I was at the bar last night with the guy I'm seeing. Our two friends arrived and unfortunately, the only place we could sit was right by the band. Not complaining about live music, it's just hard to conversate right by a live band.
Anyway, it got closer to bar close and the band stopped playing around 1:30.
Some middle aged, balding man with a lower cut shirt than I had on, with more chest hair than Chewbacca, also about as round as he was tall (about 5'5) who I dubbed Troll, was harrassing the band to play another song. He was trashed beyond trashed. I was pretty tanked up myself, but not to the point of drooling and yelling at a band. I mean, this guy was swearing at the band and calling them names. I would have imagined the bartenders would have kicked him out, but no....
Now that there was no music, my friend was trying to talk to me about the movie she'd just seen, and the Troll would not stop shouting at the band who was now gathering up their instruments and packing up.
I yelled at him "Why don't you shut the hell up you god damn Troll? Wipe that drool off your face and put a cork in it!"
He got a little huffy, but I think some of his friends were more sober than him and got him to shut up.
My guy said "Blas, don't start messing with people...he's bigger than you and people like that have no qualms about hitting girls." So I stopped.
I had to go to the bathroom. This bar is connected to a hotel (I know, wtf, right?) and you have to use the bathrooms at the end of the hotel. The bar is too small and doesn't have any.
On my way back, guess who was picking a fight with some other guy over gosh knows what?
Oooo Bar Fight!!!
All I got to see was them hitting each other like little girls. But my friend told me that while I'd been in the bathroom, he'd lunged over a table and tried to choke the guy, and the bartender had told him to get out, he did, then the Troll was back for more!
Friday and Saturday nights never fail to entertain me.
I was at the bar last night with the guy I'm seeing. Our two friends arrived and unfortunately, the only place we could sit was right by the band. Not complaining about live music, it's just hard to conversate right by a live band.
Anyway, it got closer to bar close and the band stopped playing around 1:30.
Some middle aged, balding man with a lower cut shirt than I had on, with more chest hair than Chewbacca, also about as round as he was tall (about 5'5) who I dubbed Troll, was harrassing the band to play another song. He was trashed beyond trashed. I was pretty tanked up myself, but not to the point of drooling and yelling at a band. I mean, this guy was swearing at the band and calling them names. I would have imagined the bartenders would have kicked him out, but no....
Now that there was no music, my friend was trying to talk to me about the movie she'd just seen, and the Troll would not stop shouting at the band who was now gathering up their instruments and packing up.
I yelled at him "Why don't you shut the hell up you god damn Troll? Wipe that drool off your face and put a cork in it!"
He got a little huffy, but I think some of his friends were more sober than him and got him to shut up.
My guy said "Blas, don't start messing with people...he's bigger than you and people like that have no qualms about hitting girls." So I stopped.
I had to go to the bathroom. This bar is connected to a hotel (I know, wtf, right?) and you have to use the bathrooms at the end of the hotel. The bar is too small and doesn't have any.
On my way back, guess who was picking a fight with some other guy over gosh knows what?
Oooo Bar Fight!!!
All I got to see was them hitting each other like little girls. But my friend told me that while I'd been in the bathroom, he'd lunged over a table and tried to choke the guy, and the bartender had told him to get out, he did, then the Troll was back for more!
Friday and Saturday nights never fail to entertain me.
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