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The other day I went out with a girl I knew in High School and her friends for her birthday. I don't know why I received a facebook invite since I hadn't talked to her in years but I consider it rude to turn down an invite unless you have other plans. So we go out and have a ton of fun and they invite me to go to Bourbon Street in New Orleans with them the next weekend. They tell me I have to wear the Krispy Kreme Doughnuts hat that I use to wear for hat days in Middle School. I figure hey, sounds like a party.
Turns out it was a party, a bachelorette party, I didn't find that info out till I had already driven part of the way there to meet them. The only girls there are three engaged chicks and a lesbian. I figure maybe I can still salvage the night though and go out anyway. I end up being the drink deliverer for the girls for most of the night while they get called onto stages to dance for the crowd.
So at some point in the night I see these three guys on shore leave dancing on each other like they were gay. I figure navy guys are fun and I hadn't done anything nonsensical and fun in a few minutes so I start dancing with them. Two of the guys though it was funny. One was PISSED. He pushed me and I stopped myself from falling down. One girl rushed to defend me but I got her out of the way. The two navy boys who weren't douches convince the pissed off sailor not to kick my ass for dancing with them. Then the pissed off sailor sees my hat.
"I want that hat."-Pissed off sailor.
"Its nice to want things."-Me.
Keep in mind I'm saying this to his throat muscles, which are both eye level with me and probably stronger than me. He clearly gets more pissed off. He snarls at me as he pulls out his dog tags. At this point I laugh in his face and walk away, because honestly if you're not scaring me simply by being eight times my size then the fact that you're in the navy isn't going to help.
Today one of my students made the comment that it often seems like I have no spine. My first instinct was to tell him that story followed by the words "So go fuck yourself." Its a shame my students can never see me for who I really am.
Sayonara Kemo Sabes,
Willie.
Turns out it was a party, a bachelorette party, I didn't find that info out till I had already driven part of the way there to meet them. The only girls there are three engaged chicks and a lesbian. I figure maybe I can still salvage the night though and go out anyway. I end up being the drink deliverer for the girls for most of the night while they get called onto stages to dance for the crowd.
So at some point in the night I see these three guys on shore leave dancing on each other like they were gay. I figure navy guys are fun and I hadn't done anything nonsensical and fun in a few minutes so I start dancing with them. Two of the guys though it was funny. One was PISSED. He pushed me and I stopped myself from falling down. One girl rushed to defend me but I got her out of the way. The two navy boys who weren't douches convince the pissed off sailor not to kick my ass for dancing with them. Then the pissed off sailor sees my hat.
"I want that hat."-Pissed off sailor.
"Its nice to want things."-Me.
Keep in mind I'm saying this to his throat muscles, which are both eye level with me and probably stronger than me. He clearly gets more pissed off. He snarls at me as he pulls out his dog tags. At this point I laugh in his face and walk away, because honestly if you're not scaring me simply by being eight times my size then the fact that you're in the navy isn't going to help.
Today one of my students made the comment that it often seems like I have no spine. My first instinct was to tell him that story followed by the words "So go fuck yourself." Its a shame my students can never see me for who I really am.
Sayonara Kemo Sabes,
Willie.