Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting....
Alright, I have told this story so many times at this point, I might as well tell all you lj fans out there, so I don't have to keep repeating myself, although it is a pretty damn funny story. The Saturday night started out just like any other Saturday night, with drinkin'. It was Brandon's cousin's birthday, and we were planning on going out to the Millenium Club after a little pre-partying at my house. Well, after getting quite a few brews in my belly, we headed off to the club. If you have never been there, its really not too bad of a place, because there are several different bars connected to the club itself. Well, once we got there, we found out some of the most glorious news, that on this special night, we could get Oberons for $2 a pop. Thats when things started to get out of control. After emptying my wallet at about 1 a.m. we decided to make our way down to the actual club part of the venue. Once down there, Brandon and I started expressing ourselves through the art of dance. Sadly, we were pretty much the only one's on the dance floor, not that we gave a shit at this point. Suddenly I notice a guy come up to Brandon and say something, which I later found out was something along the lines of "how gay we looked dancing together", which is absurd, because we were about 6' from each other and were hardly dancing with each other. Well, I wasn't a big fan of him saying this, especially once my liquid courage was in full effect, but he had already walked away, and he was about 5" taller than me, and about 100 lbs heavier, so i figured i would just let sleeping dogs lie. Then he decided that he would come up to me and talk some shit, something along the lines of how "we might as well be having sex on the dance floor because thats what it looked like." Well, being the smart ass that I'm sure you all know me to be, I proceeded to tell him that it would "cost him $100 to watch," which I don't think that he took very well. He then went over to his posse of homophobic fatasses, and thats when I realized there was a good chance that I was going to get my ass whooped, especially since I have never fought anyone in my life, and this guy definetly looked liked a seasoned vet. Luckily, everyone decided that we had pretty much wore out our welcome and we were going to leave. As I was walking out, he decided to walk out at the same time and give me dirty looks the entire time. For future reference, I should really learn how to pick my battles so to speak, because that was certainly was a battle that would have ended in a bad way. Luckily I came out unscathed, and have a pretty funny story to tell about the whole experience.