Why I hate drunks.
Usually, when I go see Shakedown (or any other band), and am all by myself (which happens a lot with Shakedown), people leave me alone. I might get the occasional drunk say a few words to me, but that's it.
When I got to the Dawghouse, a guy named Dion sat at my table. The last time (which was also the first time) I saw Dion, I was sitting at the table with Sam's brother. Dion talked and talked and talked and talked and drank and drank and drank and drank, and talked some more. When he left the table for a bathroom break, Tim leans into me and says that he hadn't seen Dion in 20 years, and now feels that he can go another 20 years still. It made me giggle. Dion ended up getting so drunk that he asked me to drive him home, of which I said no, because a) I was also drinking, b) there was lots of snow out, and c) I really don't care if he knew Sam and Tim from High School, because **I** didn't know him or trust him. Dion ended up walking home.
So. I notice that Dion is sitting at my table. I try the best I can not to look in his direction. I'm kind of wishing Tim was there to save me. However, I did not need Tim. Dion never spoke to me. Eventually he left. Yay.
But there's this guy named Mark. He's a little special. At first, he was creepy. Now we know that he's just slow, but really harmless. He does talk a lot, though. He asked me if he could sit at my table. I let him, but made it known that I was not in the mood to talk, by focusing on the band. Mark and I exchanged a few words through the night, but when he got a little too talkative, I'd ignore him, pretending that I didn't hear him on account of the loud music.
But then.
There's this drunk guy. I'm sitting in a way that allows me to rest my right elbow on the table, and left elbow on the back of the chair. The drunk guy comes from behind and steps to my left. I notice this because it was a tight squeeze in between my chair and the jukebox. His arm rubbed up against my elbow when he finally made it through. I look at him, and he looks at me. I give him a quick and polite smile, then go back to looking at the band. He rests his elbow on the back of my chair, next to mine. I remove my elbow entirely. He then touches my arm to get my attention. When I look at him, he has his index finger pointing upwards, kind of like a "just a minute" motion, of which I don't quite get it, because if he wants to talk to me once the current song was over, it was going to take longer than a minute. So he does the motion again, and a third time. Slightly irked that he's bothering me and that I have no idea what he wants, I lean in so that he can tell me in my ear. He leans in and speaks, but due to the music, I can't hear him, and I have him repeat it three times. I finally figure that I hear "are you enjoying the music?", so I say yes, pull away, and focus on the band, trying my best to ignore him after that. He tries to get me to dance. I refuse. He smiles politely and rubs my arm before walking away. I notice him many times through the night trying to dance with the waitresses, who want nothing to do with it.
In between set 1 and 2, the Cupid Shuffle starts playing. Lauri (Bassist!Steve's wife) and Anne (Bruce's soon-to-be wife) and Jen (Guitarist!Steve's girlfriend) want me to dance with them. So I get up and dance. Big mistake, because apparently drunk guy was watching me. Now he knows that I dance. He tries to get me to dance for the next song, but I say no. He tells me that I can dance, so I lie and say that the Cupid Shuffle is the only song I know. And then I go sit back down and try my best to ignore him. Set 2 begins. He comes behind me and stands next to me, touching my arm every now and again. Sweet Child O' Mine starts. Bruce had been sick, and couldn't hit the high notes, so, during the solo, he looks straight at me and points to me, telling me to hop on stage and finish the song for him. So I do. Now drunk guy knows that I can sing, too. Guitarist!Steve makes fun of Bruce for being unable to finish the song. I hop off stage and return to my seat, earning myself the highest of fives from Mark. Drunk guy tries to talk to me, but I quickly ignore him by clapping to the beat of the next song. He asks me to dance. I refuse. Next song, during the solo, Bruce hops off stage, and comes up to me. We start talking. Drunk guy interrupts, asking Bruce if I'm his girlfriend. I should have said yes. But I said no. He starts talking about his broken collarbone, and Bruce is trying to get away from him. Bruce hops back on stage, so drunk guy starts talking about his broken collarbone to me. He's unbuttonning the top of his shirt so he can show me. I draw the line and cheer loudly when the song ends. I pay strict attention to the band as the next song starts, and drunk guy sees that I'm done talking to him. So he smiles politely and touches my arm, and continues touching it as he walks behind me. Once behind me, he leans into me and kisses the back of my head. I freak out at this point, and pull away. He's trying to apologize for his drunk behavior, and I'm letting him know that I'm done talking, that I don't care for apologies, to just leave me alone. He walks away. I was creeped out for the rest of the night.
(Where was my husband in all of this? At home. Playing Videogames. Yep.)
At some point during set 3, drunk guy is next to me once more. He's trying to talk to me, but I am CLEARLY ignoring him. He walks back behind me and exchanges a few words with Mark. Then he walks away entirely. Mark taps me on the shoulder, so I turn around.
"I got you covered." he says.
"Covered for what?" I ask, confused.
"I told him to leave you alone, that you were married."
I giggle. "I AM married."
"Oh!" Mark blinks, looking shocked. "Well then that worked out even better!" he says, with a smile.
I thanked him, then we go back to enjoying the music.
Set 3 ends. I help Bassist!Steve pack up, because he was waaaaay too plastered. I help Sam pack up his drums. Drunk guy is still present. And I notice that he is slowly inching himself closer and closer to me. So, once I was done packing the drums, I hop on stage and stick as close to Sam as possible for the rest of the tear-down. I know Sam will help.
I even told Sam what had happened. He got a good chuckle out of that. So I helped Sam finish tearing down and even helped him pack up the van, then I made my escape. The next morning I told Thad. Even now, I STILL feel dirty. Ugh.
I had also posted:
"I feel dirty. Some drunken old man leaned into me and kissed me, but not before first asking Bruce if I was his girlfriend. :/ I need a shower."
To which Bassist!Steve replied:
"I can't believe Sam did that! :)"
Which made me giggle. Yeah, Sam is a drunken old man, but I *heart* that drunken old man. XD
Raine
When I got to the Dawghouse, a guy named Dion sat at my table. The last time (which was also the first time) I saw Dion, I was sitting at the table with Sam's brother. Dion talked and talked and talked and talked and drank and drank and drank and drank, and talked some more. When he left the table for a bathroom break, Tim leans into me and says that he hadn't seen Dion in 20 years, and now feels that he can go another 20 years still. It made me giggle. Dion ended up getting so drunk that he asked me to drive him home, of which I said no, because a) I was also drinking, b) there was lots of snow out, and c) I really don't care if he knew Sam and Tim from High School, because **I** didn't know him or trust him. Dion ended up walking home.
So. I notice that Dion is sitting at my table. I try the best I can not to look in his direction. I'm kind of wishing Tim was there to save me. However, I did not need Tim. Dion never spoke to me. Eventually he left. Yay.
But there's this guy named Mark. He's a little special. At first, he was creepy. Now we know that he's just slow, but really harmless. He does talk a lot, though. He asked me if he could sit at my table. I let him, but made it known that I was not in the mood to talk, by focusing on the band. Mark and I exchanged a few words through the night, but when he got a little too talkative, I'd ignore him, pretending that I didn't hear him on account of the loud music.
But then.
There's this drunk guy. I'm sitting in a way that allows me to rest my right elbow on the table, and left elbow on the back of the chair. The drunk guy comes from behind and steps to my left. I notice this because it was a tight squeeze in between my chair and the jukebox. His arm rubbed up against my elbow when he finally made it through. I look at him, and he looks at me. I give him a quick and polite smile, then go back to looking at the band. He rests his elbow on the back of my chair, next to mine. I remove my elbow entirely. He then touches my arm to get my attention. When I look at him, he has his index finger pointing upwards, kind of like a "just a minute" motion, of which I don't quite get it, because if he wants to talk to me once the current song was over, it was going to take longer than a minute. So he does the motion again, and a third time. Slightly irked that he's bothering me and that I have no idea what he wants, I lean in so that he can tell me in my ear. He leans in and speaks, but due to the music, I can't hear him, and I have him repeat it three times. I finally figure that I hear "are you enjoying the music?", so I say yes, pull away, and focus on the band, trying my best to ignore him after that. He tries to get me to dance. I refuse. He smiles politely and rubs my arm before walking away. I notice him many times through the night trying to dance with the waitresses, who want nothing to do with it.
In between set 1 and 2, the Cupid Shuffle starts playing. Lauri (Bassist!Steve's wife) and Anne (Bruce's soon-to-be wife) and Jen (Guitarist!Steve's girlfriend) want me to dance with them. So I get up and dance. Big mistake, because apparently drunk guy was watching me. Now he knows that I dance. He tries to get me to dance for the next song, but I say no. He tells me that I can dance, so I lie and say that the Cupid Shuffle is the only song I know. And then I go sit back down and try my best to ignore him. Set 2 begins. He comes behind me and stands next to me, touching my arm every now and again. Sweet Child O' Mine starts. Bruce had been sick, and couldn't hit the high notes, so, during the solo, he looks straight at me and points to me, telling me to hop on stage and finish the song for him. So I do. Now drunk guy knows that I can sing, too. Guitarist!Steve makes fun of Bruce for being unable to finish the song. I hop off stage and return to my seat, earning myself the highest of fives from Mark. Drunk guy tries to talk to me, but I quickly ignore him by clapping to the beat of the next song. He asks me to dance. I refuse. Next song, during the solo, Bruce hops off stage, and comes up to me. We start talking. Drunk guy interrupts, asking Bruce if I'm his girlfriend. I should have said yes. But I said no. He starts talking about his broken collarbone, and Bruce is trying to get away from him. Bruce hops back on stage, so drunk guy starts talking about his broken collarbone to me. He's unbuttonning the top of his shirt so he can show me. I draw the line and cheer loudly when the song ends. I pay strict attention to the band as the next song starts, and drunk guy sees that I'm done talking to him. So he smiles politely and touches my arm, and continues touching it as he walks behind me. Once behind me, he leans into me and kisses the back of my head. I freak out at this point, and pull away. He's trying to apologize for his drunk behavior, and I'm letting him know that I'm done talking, that I don't care for apologies, to just leave me alone. He walks away. I was creeped out for the rest of the night.
(Where was my husband in all of this? At home. Playing Videogames. Yep.)
At some point during set 3, drunk guy is next to me once more. He's trying to talk to me, but I am CLEARLY ignoring him. He walks back behind me and exchanges a few words with Mark. Then he walks away entirely. Mark taps me on the shoulder, so I turn around.
"I got you covered." he says.
"Covered for what?" I ask, confused.
"I told him to leave you alone, that you were married."
I giggle. "I AM married."
"Oh!" Mark blinks, looking shocked. "Well then that worked out even better!" he says, with a smile.
I thanked him, then we go back to enjoying the music.
Set 3 ends. I help Bassist!Steve pack up, because he was waaaaay too plastered. I help Sam pack up his drums. Drunk guy is still present. And I notice that he is slowly inching himself closer and closer to me. So, once I was done packing the drums, I hop on stage and stick as close to Sam as possible for the rest of the tear-down. I know Sam will help.
I even told Sam what had happened. He got a good chuckle out of that. So I helped Sam finish tearing down and even helped him pack up the van, then I made my escape. The next morning I told Thad. Even now, I STILL feel dirty. Ugh.
I had also posted:
"I feel dirty. Some drunken old man leaned into me and kissed me, but not before first asking Bruce if I was his girlfriend. :/ I need a shower."
To which Bassist!Steve replied:
"I can't believe Sam did that! :)"
Which made me giggle. Yeah, Sam is a drunken old man, but I *heart* that drunken old man. XD
Raine