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Oh, what a night!
Feb. 19th, 2004 06:47 pmFirst and foremost - thank you to everyone that responded to my last post. You all made me feel so loved. It really meant alot to me. I can't even tell you what a downer I was for days. You are all, each and every one of you, beautiful for including me in your thoughts. Thank you.
The soap opera that is my life...
Wednesday is my dart league night, and after a sweet victory (it's only darts, I know :P) we went out for a few beers. We played in Detroit, so we went to a shithole nearby. I, are you ready for this, was in a bar brawl last night. Not watched - participated. It was like something out of a fuckin' movie, I swear.
The Scenario: Some ASSHOLE was being loud and obnoxious, spewing racial epithets. Not the sort of thing you want to do in Detroit. So not only was it stupid, it was offensive. I don't want to hear the 'n' word. I don't like it. It offends me, and I'm white. There was a black couple nearby too. I could tell they were just as unnerved. Finally, when I'd had enough, I approached the guy, and 'politely' told him to stop. But ooooh no, that fell upon deaf ears. He continued to be an asshole, and I got called a 'bitch' and a 'n_ _ _ _ _ lover'. Are you all loving this so far? Good, it gets better. At this point, John, Jimmy, Kenny, Jason, and Carla are all like, um, Penny, just leave this guy alone. He's not worth the trouble. I thought he needed a lesson in humility (how Snape of me :P), but I turned the other cheek. So what did the asshole do? HE FUCKING THREW HIS BEER BOTTLE AT ME! And it was domestic to boot! It hit me in the back of the leg. Luckily he only lobbed it, but that so wasn't the fucking point. So dumbass me turns around and gives him her best Snape look and the finger. Harry Potter had to figure in here somehow. He approaches me, and at this point my friends are ready to hold me back, because I'm about to get medieval on this motherfucker. He pushes me back at the shoulder, and now I'm like, fucker, you just touched me, that is ASSAULT. And here's where I lost it, kids, wound back into yesterday and CLOCKED the guy in the nose. And fuck if I didn't break it. At least I think. I didn't stick around long enough to find out. I got his blood on my 1997 Red Wings Championship t-shirt. So what happened next? Well, I am banned from that bar, and oh did I mention I got escorted out by the burliest fucking bouncer I have ever seen? Dude was built like Mr. fuckin' T. We hightailed it out of there. I'm lucky the guy didn't come after me to sue, but I'm thinking he'd feel like a real numbnuts for getting his ass whooped by a bitch.
Moral of the story? Do I feel sorry for what I did? Well, I lost control, and as a martial artist, that is such a no-no. On the other hand, I think this guy deserved it. Maybe, he'll learn not to be such a racist asshole. I have no tolerance for racism. None.
End of story.
And now I am going to write teh fluffy Snarry.
~P
The soap opera that is my life...
Wednesday is my dart league night, and after a sweet victory (it's only darts, I know :P) we went out for a few beers. We played in Detroit, so we went to a shithole nearby. I, are you ready for this, was in a bar brawl last night. Not watched - participated. It was like something out of a fuckin' movie, I swear.
The Scenario: Some ASSHOLE was being loud and obnoxious, spewing racial epithets. Not the sort of thing you want to do in Detroit. So not only was it stupid, it was offensive. I don't want to hear the 'n' word. I don't like it. It offends me, and I'm white. There was a black couple nearby too. I could tell they were just as unnerved. Finally, when I'd had enough, I approached the guy, and 'politely' told him to stop. But ooooh no, that fell upon deaf ears. He continued to be an asshole, and I got called a 'bitch' and a 'n_ _ _ _ _ lover'. Are you all loving this so far? Good, it gets better. At this point, John, Jimmy, Kenny, Jason, and Carla are all like, um, Penny, just leave this guy alone. He's not worth the trouble. I thought he needed a lesson in humility (how Snape of me :P), but I turned the other cheek. So what did the asshole do? HE FUCKING THREW HIS BEER BOTTLE AT ME! And it was domestic to boot! It hit me in the back of the leg. Luckily he only lobbed it, but that so wasn't the fucking point. So dumbass me turns around and gives him her best Snape look and the finger. Harry Potter had to figure in here somehow. He approaches me, and at this point my friends are ready to hold me back, because I'm about to get medieval on this motherfucker. He pushes me back at the shoulder, and now I'm like, fucker, you just touched me, that is ASSAULT. And here's where I lost it, kids, wound back into yesterday and CLOCKED the guy in the nose. And fuck if I didn't break it. At least I think. I didn't stick around long enough to find out. I got his blood on my 1997 Red Wings Championship t-shirt. So what happened next? Well, I am banned from that bar, and oh did I mention I got escorted out by the burliest fucking bouncer I have ever seen? Dude was built like Mr. fuckin' T. We hightailed it out of there. I'm lucky the guy didn't come after me to sue, but I'm thinking he'd feel like a real numbnuts for getting his ass whooped by a bitch.
Moral of the story? Do I feel sorry for what I did? Well, I lost control, and as a martial artist, that is such a no-no. On the other hand, I think this guy deserved it. Maybe, he'll learn not to be such a racist asshole. I have no tolerance for racism. None.
End of story.
And now I am going to write teh fluffy Snarry.
~P
