Damn you LJ!
So somehow my long ass post about a drunken asshole got lost in the ether, so I'll summarize here. Was at Beth's a few nights ago. Drunk guy with a molestache draws on my shit. I tell him that's not cool. He babbles and babbles and won't leave us alone the whole time we're there. Before leaving, we drop a note saying "Shut the fuck up!" at his place setting while he's gone. We leave.
Now it's two nights later and I'm at a bar and who should be there but Molestache himself, towing a grudge behind him. He tells me he remembers me telling him to "Fuck off!". I can't let that stand, so I correct him and mention I actually said (or wrote), "Shut the fuck up!" He pushes me. The bartender tells him to knock it off. I feel forced into acting friendly to yon drunk asshole in order to continue my night without incident. I have to shake hands and tell him "We're cool" about 5 times. He gives me evil looks the rest of the night, but thankfully leaves me the fuck alone.
Then a ninja came by and bought me a gin and tonic.
Good times.
Now it's two nights later and I'm at a bar and who should be there but Molestache himself, towing a grudge behind him. He tells me he remembers me telling him to "Fuck off!". I can't let that stand, so I correct him and mention I actually said (or wrote), "Shut the fuck up!" He pushes me. The bartender tells him to knock it off. I feel forced into acting friendly to yon drunk asshole in order to continue my night without incident. I have to shake hands and tell him "We're cool" about 5 times. He gives me evil looks the rest of the night, but thankfully leaves me the fuck alone.
Then a ninja came by and bought me a gin and tonic.
Good times.