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Well that was old school
Apr. 19th, 2009 04:25 pmOh dear - remember everything I write in this eljay is entirely fictional. Last night was EK, and it was a light drinking night - not wacky, and there was no fighting insanity inside the club like that crazy girl treated us to last week. We started at city cafe where you can get 16oz mojitos done right (mooshed up lime & mint right there at the bar) for only $7 or so. The only other deal and quality like that I know is at spider kellys. Then in the club it was a nice no drama mellow night...at least at first.
See, when we left the club is when the fun began. A friend, who came with their partner (the very designated completely sober driver), was oops way too drunk. I had seen her all night, had no idea she was blotto - perhaps she wasn't until that last insane drink. Perhaps I shouldn't have had my last drink either, but I only had 3 or 4 in about 4 hours, give or take. Our friend was too drunk, but surrounded by friends and other than being giddy and a bit resistant to drunkenese guidance, no problems were obvious. A group of us walked her to her partner's car, where she sat at the curb not feeling so good and feeling less so good as time progressed. The friends saw things under control, and left, while the 3 of us stayed with our drunk friend. Sometime predictably, the contents of stomach and possibly intestines were emptied into the street where it met the curb - for quite some time. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't planned, and it wasn't really smart but we've all been there at some point and I think we all owe the universe some drunken babysitting karma. It did go on for quite some time, and was a bit of a spectacle. Most people scooted by this car crash and we surrounded her as interference.
A white SUV full of black dudes stopped at the light, and yelled at us. I don't remember what they said, though they made fun of us, probably called names, and said they knew we wouldn't do anything because we were white. Racism accurate - the big black dudes were not something I felt able to address and we didn't provoke them.
Not long after that, a white dude in a car yelled at our drunk friend. I have no idea what he said, but I blanked - without thinking I walked up to the car and popped him in the jaw through the window. The driver was pissed, I turned to her and said sorry I think, then just returned to my friends. My girl was none too pleased. Neither was the driver, who pulled over so her friend could get out of the back of the car. When I saw this, I started to head out to meet this fool in the middle of the street (who was the fool?) and my partner was trying to just pull me back - I slipped out of my coat. However, it was just a white thing I guess because with a few words the guy got back in their car and that was the last of our problems with passer-bys - though far from the end of the night's unpleasantness from stomach issues. The responsible partner just continued to monitor the drunkness.
I think it was over another hour before we coaxed our drunk friend into the car, and did a quick run home. My girl led while I helped our friend stagger in, got her to the facilities and spent an extended time worshiping various fixtures. I think the fun lasted until 5 or so, I faded out as I often get up at 5 and was quite done.
I don't really know how I feel about that, that charging into the street thing. Why? I can tell you in simple terms why not the black dudes - call it racist and it might be, but I credit them with being tougher. Didn't hurt that we were clearly outmanned numerically and by size. What was not calculated at the time was the simple fact that words aren't important and there was no reason to respond - though I hate the fact that being a dick is not a punished activity in most instances, that the person who gets the criticism is the one who criticizes bad behavior (tell a smoker sometime not to flick their cigarettes into the street). The dudes mocking our whiteness may have had a point there though, and that bothers me.
What bothers me more is that I took off after the white dude - I wasn't scared. He was bigger than me but I had no worry that I could handle him and a friend or two of his. Would I have done the same thing if I hadn't just been frustrated by the previous assholes? The bigger problem I face is that if I wasn't scared of him, then there was NO REASON to hit him at all. I mean it wasn't a crazy beat down or anything, and when I had a couple seconds to think I let it go (though it easily could have been too late at that point), but if I wasn't scared then there was no need for violence at all - no reason to engage, no contest to win...it was just pointless. Worse, now that I think about it, it could have endangered my friend who was in such a bad way in the first place. The feeling was one of both anger and a protective urge, but of course my action was completely irresponsible. You know I didn't even check for cops and there were a ton off and on (like DC cops, they didn't really care about us and our little problems - which was very nice).
My girl was NOT PLEASED. DISCUSSIONS ENSUED. This was on the same night where she ran back down the street to her place, and she had to convince me not to go with her. I always want to go with her, but she's been independent for a long time before I was in the picture and I think my urges are meeting with minor frustration. I offered to go, accepted her nudge no, but did watch the clock a bit until she returned. Hello kitty candy necklace was retrieved with no issues.
Honestly, honestly, honestly, it was really stupid and I don't feel bad about it in some ways. I...I like that side of myself that lashes out. I like the inappropriately protective counter-productive urge. I like the fact that at my absurd age, and note all the players in this fictional story are about my age, that we still have nights where we are irresponsible in those ways. I like that I did something - something stupid, something I must NOT do again, but that there is still some side of me that says "fuck this" and responds, that isn't all regulated, controlled, responsible, predictable, mature. I need to not do that again, but I kind of like that I still have a little bit of my 20 year old self kicking around.
I'm also still hooked on baltimore.
Hell of a night, from a fancy restaurant date, to a coma, to a club night, topped off with blearghing in the street and an almost-throwdown, and topped off with insanely good one world cafe foods. I have had a full weekend.
See, when we left the club is when the fun began. A friend, who came with their partner (the very designated completely sober driver), was oops way too drunk. I had seen her all night, had no idea she was blotto - perhaps she wasn't until that last insane drink. Perhaps I shouldn't have had my last drink either, but I only had 3 or 4 in about 4 hours, give or take. Our friend was too drunk, but surrounded by friends and other than being giddy and a bit resistant to drunkenese guidance, no problems were obvious. A group of us walked her to her partner's car, where she sat at the curb not feeling so good and feeling less so good as time progressed. The friends saw things under control, and left, while the 3 of us stayed with our drunk friend. Sometime predictably, the contents of stomach and possibly intestines were emptied into the street where it met the curb - for quite some time. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't planned, and it wasn't really smart but we've all been there at some point and I think we all owe the universe some drunken babysitting karma. It did go on for quite some time, and was a bit of a spectacle. Most people scooted by this car crash and we surrounded her as interference.
A white SUV full of black dudes stopped at the light, and yelled at us. I don't remember what they said, though they made fun of us, probably called names, and said they knew we wouldn't do anything because we were white. Racism accurate - the big black dudes were not something I felt able to address and we didn't provoke them.
Not long after that, a white dude in a car yelled at our drunk friend. I have no idea what he said, but I blanked - without thinking I walked up to the car and popped him in the jaw through the window. The driver was pissed, I turned to her and said sorry I think, then just returned to my friends. My girl was none too pleased. Neither was the driver, who pulled over so her friend could get out of the back of the car. When I saw this, I started to head out to meet this fool in the middle of the street (who was the fool?) and my partner was trying to just pull me back - I slipped out of my coat. However, it was just a white thing I guess because with a few words the guy got back in their car and that was the last of our problems with passer-bys - though far from the end of the night's unpleasantness from stomach issues. The responsible partner just continued to monitor the drunkness.
I think it was over another hour before we coaxed our drunk friend into the car, and did a quick run home. My girl led while I helped our friend stagger in, got her to the facilities and spent an extended time worshiping various fixtures. I think the fun lasted until 5 or so, I faded out as I often get up at 5 and was quite done.
I don't really know how I feel about that, that charging into the street thing. Why? I can tell you in simple terms why not the black dudes - call it racist and it might be, but I credit them with being tougher. Didn't hurt that we were clearly outmanned numerically and by size. What was not calculated at the time was the simple fact that words aren't important and there was no reason to respond - though I hate the fact that being a dick is not a punished activity in most instances, that the person who gets the criticism is the one who criticizes bad behavior (tell a smoker sometime not to flick their cigarettes into the street). The dudes mocking our whiteness may have had a point there though, and that bothers me.
What bothers me more is that I took off after the white dude - I wasn't scared. He was bigger than me but I had no worry that I could handle him and a friend or two of his. Would I have done the same thing if I hadn't just been frustrated by the previous assholes? The bigger problem I face is that if I wasn't scared of him, then there was NO REASON to hit him at all. I mean it wasn't a crazy beat down or anything, and when I had a couple seconds to think I let it go (though it easily could have been too late at that point), but if I wasn't scared then there was no need for violence at all - no reason to engage, no contest to win...it was just pointless. Worse, now that I think about it, it could have endangered my friend who was in such a bad way in the first place. The feeling was one of both anger and a protective urge, but of course my action was completely irresponsible. You know I didn't even check for cops and there were a ton off and on (like DC cops, they didn't really care about us and our little problems - which was very nice).
My girl was NOT PLEASED. DISCUSSIONS ENSUED. This was on the same night where she ran back down the street to her place, and she had to convince me not to go with her. I always want to go with her, but she's been independent for a long time before I was in the picture and I think my urges are meeting with minor frustration. I offered to go, accepted her nudge no, but did watch the clock a bit until she returned. Hello kitty candy necklace was retrieved with no issues.
Honestly, honestly, honestly, it was really stupid and I don't feel bad about it in some ways. I...I like that side of myself that lashes out. I like the inappropriately protective counter-productive urge. I like the fact that at my absurd age, and note all the players in this fictional story are about my age, that we still have nights where we are irresponsible in those ways. I like that I did something - something stupid, something I must NOT do again, but that there is still some side of me that says "fuck this" and responds, that isn't all regulated, controlled, responsible, predictable, mature. I need to not do that again, but I kind of like that I still have a little bit of my 20 year old self kicking around.
I'm also still hooked on baltimore.
Hell of a night, from a fancy restaurant date, to a coma, to a club night, topped off with blearghing in the street and an almost-throwdown, and topped off with insanely good one world cafe foods. I have had a full weekend.
