Last night Heather and I went to a wedding. After the reception we went to the Tin Roof in Cool Springs with some friends. As my buddy Derick and I were walking through the bar, I happen to make eye contact with some random dude. As we walked by I see him lean over and say to the person next him, “Look at these F!#kers”.
Now I realize we may have looked a little out of place since we had just come from a wedding and we still had our ties on but there was no need for this douche bag to call us “F!#ers”.
Needless to say, Derick, being the hot head that he is, was ready to rock. Luckily though the douche bag who called us “F!#kers” left a minute later and my first bar fight was narrowly avoided.
Then, roughly 30 minutes later, a belligerent drunk guy comes stumbling by and slams into the table Kati had just sat her drink on. Belligerent Drunk Guy stumbles backwards, beer bottles come crashing down to the floor, and Kati is left standing in the puddle that was only seconds ago her drink. Belligerent Drunk Guy stumbles around some more, hugs his friend, and then immediately gets kicked out.
Since Kati had just bought this drink that was now on the floor she went up to Belligerent Drunk Guy’s buddy and asked him to buy her another one. After all it is the polite thing to do if your friend just spills someones drink on the floor. After some time Belligerent Drunk Guy’s Buddy came around and bought Kati a new drink, but not before he hassled her a bit and called her a “lezbo”.
Had Kati not made everyone at the table swear to her that we wouldn’t say anything to Belligerent Drunk Guy’s Buddy when she was telling us what had happened, it would have SO been on like Donkey Kong.
