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wow.
just got in from one of the worst nights out at a bar ever. the place is called "our house" and wednesday's are karaoke. my buddy dan from work goes every week and i've been before and had a good time, but wasn't really feelin it tonight. I went anyway at around 12 and when i get there dan's already really drunk. i figure i'll wait around and hear him sing. its really loud and full of meatheads and hoochies and after an hour or so dan is pissed that he isn't being called to sing so he starts insulting people. as these two girls are leaving he yells, yes YELLS, "seeya whores!". they definetely heard him. a minute later this drunk douche who was standing nearby starts staring at me. i turn around to see what he's looking at behind me but he was staring right at me. i give him a quizzical look and he leans in and is asks real threateningly "was that you?". keep in mind we're yelling to be heard over the music. it basically went like this:
"what?"
"who called those girls whores"
"no man, that wasn't me"
"than tell me who it was"
"(not wanting to start anything) i dont know who it was. it was some other guy"
im keeping my cool but having to yell i cant really find the right tone/words to sound at all convincing. it's as if im listening to what im saying and it just comes out sounding how a guy on tv would stammer on if he really did call thost girls whores.
"...cause i think it was you."
"i don't speak to women in that manner." really said that.
"that's RIGHT you dont!" he says. amazing.
"im with you man, we're in agreement."
(something something) "drunk" (spitting as he talks)"not worth it" then he walks away.
so now im worried this guy's waiting for me outside and there's nothing that makes me feel as worse as being accused of something i didn't do, even if it is by some drunk idiot. a little bit later, dan drunkenly introduces me to this really pretty girl. kind of plain, classic beauty, totally my type. we're chatting but im so shaken up that nothing comes out right and i can feel the conversation losing momentum. at one point she tells me she played piano for seven years. "which seven?" i ask but she doesn't really understand. i ask her again, vaguely motioning with my hands, but still no luck so she just kind of glances away distractedly, then just turns around. it was so bad. then as im leaving, i see dan's other buddy standing behind some random dudes. so i look at him and give a point. "see you later" i say. he looks back and nods but the guy in front of him sees me too and waves back thinking i was talking to him. it was so awful and awkward i just wanted to cry.
"which seven".
fuck.
just got in from one of the worst nights out at a bar ever. the place is called "our house" and wednesday's are karaoke. my buddy dan from work goes every week and i've been before and had a good time, but wasn't really feelin it tonight. I went anyway at around 12 and when i get there dan's already really drunk. i figure i'll wait around and hear him sing. its really loud and full of meatheads and hoochies and after an hour or so dan is pissed that he isn't being called to sing so he starts insulting people. as these two girls are leaving he yells, yes YELLS, "seeya whores!". they definetely heard him. a minute later this drunk douche who was standing nearby starts staring at me. i turn around to see what he's looking at behind me but he was staring right at me. i give him a quizzical look and he leans in and is asks real threateningly "was that you?". keep in mind we're yelling to be heard over the music. it basically went like this:
"what?"
"who called those girls whores"
"no man, that wasn't me"
"than tell me who it was"
"(not wanting to start anything) i dont know who it was. it was some other guy"
im keeping my cool but having to yell i cant really find the right tone/words to sound at all convincing. it's as if im listening to what im saying and it just comes out sounding how a guy on tv would stammer on if he really did call thost girls whores.
"...cause i think it was you."
"i don't speak to women in that manner." really said that.
"that's RIGHT you dont!" he says. amazing.
"im with you man, we're in agreement."
(something something) "drunk" (spitting as he talks)"not worth it" then he walks away.
so now im worried this guy's waiting for me outside and there's nothing that makes me feel as worse as being accused of something i didn't do, even if it is by some drunk idiot. a little bit later, dan drunkenly introduces me to this really pretty girl. kind of plain, classic beauty, totally my type. we're chatting but im so shaken up that nothing comes out right and i can feel the conversation losing momentum. at one point she tells me she played piano for seven years. "which seven?" i ask but she doesn't really understand. i ask her again, vaguely motioning with my hands, but still no luck so she just kind of glances away distractedly, then just turns around. it was so bad. then as im leaving, i see dan's other buddy standing behind some random dudes. so i look at him and give a point. "see you later" i say. he looks back and nods but the guy in front of him sees me too and waves back thinking i was talking to him. it was so awful and awkward i just wanted to cry.
"which seven".
fuck.