The Legion, otherwise known as Keeping the voices at bay....

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Highlight of the Day - special one today...a friend, I'm going to call her Funky Chic (which is a compliment btw, courtesy of Lisa who thinks you're pretty cool), told me that she got some very good news last night. I can't say what it is yet (don't even start little Cranky One) as everyone involved doesn't know yet. But it really made my day as I'm so very proud of her. Way to go, Funky Chic.

Got a special request today from Lisa to talk about an incident that happened awhile back. And since she's one of my best buds and is liable to work me to exhaustion at the gym if I don't...here goes. She's planning on posting an entry someday with her own version of the night's events which I will link to when she gets around to getting it done.

Flashback to about 3 months or so ago, sorry can't remember the exact date. Lisa wants me to go out to the bars with her. So I go cause I'm a pushover sometimes. Mark, another friend, decides to go with us. We finally decided on Daniel's, a little bar that I actually hate with a passion. But it was kind of fun. As usual, Lisa and I made our rounds every few minutes, walking from our table downstairs to the vlt room and back up to the table. We do this everywhere we go as most of the bars are crowded and we like to see who's out.

Meanwhile, Mark is sitting at the table with a couple other people from our reserve (did I mention I live on a reservation?). At the table next to us was this old guy. By old I mean he could have easily been one of our father's. Late 50's-60's. Very scruffy looking and quite drunk. Several times during the night he would say hi to Lisa or get her to stop by grabbing her arm. And several times she told him to leave her alone, she even told him that she was married. This did not deter him. He continued to be a persistant little ass.

After an hour or so of this, I began telling him to leave her alone. See, I'm quite protective of my friends and sometimes Lisa can be a little too nice about things. This went on for the rest of the night, him bugging her and me telling him to leave her alone.

Finally, closing time comes, and the lights come on. At this point in the night we were at the table with everyone finishing off our drinks before heading next door to Herman's (which is open for an extra hour) to dance. So there we are...Mark at the far end, Lisa next to him and then me. The scruffy drunk pulls up a chair behind me and Lisa and begins trying to chat her up. {Btw...he's drinking a bottle of Molson Canadian and we're drinking Canadian out of a pitcher...ok so not directly from the pitcher but you get the idea.} So he sits there and Lisa tries ignoring him while I tell him to go away.

ME: "She doesn't want to talk to you...just leave us the fuck alone" -at this point I'm tired of being nice so my language has gotten quite biting.
DRUNK ASSHOLE: "Who u gonna tell?"
ME: "A bouncer" - at which point I begin looking for one...even a waiter will do as the guys here are quite built.
DRUNK ASSHOLE: "Fuck off, bitch" - ok so now I'm pissed.

Which btw...is not a good thing. I always get into trouble when I get pissed off. But being the me that I am...this does not occur to me. What does occur to me is that I have in my hand a plastic cup filled to the top with Molson Canadian draft (two things I hate...Molson and draft). So I decided to cool off the drunk bastard by pouring it into his lap. A convenient place as any to my way of thinking.

At this point I should have known better...the drunk asshole jumped up and poured his bottle of beer on my head. And so...all hell breaks loose.

As the piss warm beer runs down my face and neck I hear a few choice phrases: "What the fuck?", "Old shit", and my personal fav..."holy old fuck" which was uttered by Mark as he jumped the table and a guy standing between him and us to get at the guy. The next part is a bit of a blur as I was busy trying to squeeze the beer out of my hair. But from what I remember there were a lot of people standing there holding both Mark and the old bastard, keeping them from fighting. Then he just wasn't there anymore. I guess they got him out of there.

At this point people were hovering around me. Everybody asking if I was ok, asking what happened, complaining about the old bastard bothering other girls all night too. Me though, during all this, I was laughing. It was funny. I wasn't pissed anymore. Granted I had just had a particularly nasty man dump beer (not even a good brand at that) over my head...but hell it was funny.

And me being the me that I am, was not about to let the ass ruin my night. So I fluffed my hair as much as possible and we went to Herman's. Course that's not exactly the end of the story. I guess a lot of people were outraged that this ass had done that to me. One guy even spit in his face as he was getting into a cab outside. And at Herman's I had people coming up to me asking me if I was ok and commenting on how what he'd done was wrong.

My thoughts on this...he was wrong. He was drunk and unreasonable. When someone tells you to leave them alone, you do it. It was wrong of him to persist in bugging Lisa. Especially by laying hands on her (he had grabbed her arm several times as we walked by). But at the same time I was wrong too. I shouldn't have let my anger get the better of me. I should have told a bouncer about the old bastard long before last call. But I didn't. Luckily things worked out ok. No one got hurt. And I got beer poured in my hair. Which if you didn't know...is really good for the hair. It makes your hair very soft and shiny. My hair never looked better than it did the next few days.

"You'd better not die. You might actually go to Hell." - Anne Rice's The Vampire Lestat