Irish Brawl

Well, it has been months and months since I last posted anything on here... What has happened since the last post? Tons. Be ready to be bored:

I nearly got in my first drunken bar fight this St. Patrick's day. We were at a local bar called Harry's and some loser was being very physical and loud toward his girlfriend. It got to the point that I somehow became brave enough to go over to her and ask her if everything was ok. "Even if it wasn't, who's going to stop me?" says the overly-grumpy popped-colar type of guy... Adrenaline going, I respond "Me!", then I asked her again if everything was ok, she said yes, and insisted I sit down. Well, the waitress comes over and tells me I shouldn't get in a fight, she obviously doesn't know me well, because if she had, she'd know I'm a complete wuss and would never take the first swing, in hopes that it wouldn't escalate to that. I kindly asked her if she would have the bouncer come and make sure things were ok with the abused lady, who was still being yelled at and pushed around. The bouncers make it over, and tell the guy to stop being so physical/loud as it is disturbing other customers... for about 2 minutes he was quiet, then he started up again... The bouncers then proceeded to kick him out.

He stood outside staring right at our table, Ben looks over at him and smiles and waves, as the uber ass points at us, and slides a finger across his throat in a threatening manner. So, we proceed with drinking, and having a fun Irish celebration! However, another guy, MUCH MUCH larger than the guy that was kicked out, comes up to us and fakes an apology, and then invites us to "join him and his buddy outside". Having nothing to prove, as I already got him kick out of the place, I kindly explained to gigantor exactly that, and thanked him for the invite.

The guy continued to stare at us through the front window for another 30 minutes, when finally, him and his "buddies" left (I assume it was only because the last T was passing)... The saddest thing about it all, is the girl was right by his side as he left... I don't get people some times, but at least I can sleep well knowing I did something, even if minor.

A few minutes after we see them leave, we decide it'd be safe for us to leave as well, so we left, thanking the bouncer (and making sure that if we were jumped outside, that he'd help), then power walked home.

There is a lot more I need to write about, as I've been a major slacker over the last many months. Well, and being very busy, and having taken plenty of pictures, I knew I'd remember the things that have been taking place, so hadn't felt the urge to write anything.

Not only have I been immensely bad at updating my blog, I've also been very poor at keeping in touch with old friends... Been missing them a lot lately.

Labels: ben, matt, sara jefferson, st. patrick's day, tanya bedore