Weird night. Singin' Karaoke. Not sure who I insuulted or how, but I must have insulted someone. Dude jumped and beat my ass in a heartbeeat. Toook a beating like never before. Dude was alll ovr me and ha me whipped out of the gater. Shame one me. Bro in law totsllly missed ity- it happened really fast. No problemo- I must have said or done something to set the guy off. Rally, it's been A LONG time coming. I'm a pretty 'friendly' drunk. Face looks like raw burger. Eye swolllen shut. Tomorrow will tell the kids the unvarnished truth. Sometmes shit happebns when you drink in a bar with men. Vive Idaho. It's all good. Oooh-rah.
If I sang in a bar, I would get whomped in a big hurry without even having to insult anyone. Just the way I sing would be enough to make anyone with any kind of a musical ear willing to do whatever was necessary to shut me up!
Fuuck! Sorry to hear. One of the reasons why I don't drink anymore. I like to have all my senses with me in case something like this happens. It also prevents "beer goggles" although that one's a problem I've never had.
Welll, here's a few things I can promise: 1. No cops. 2. No repercussions for the perp. Bar fights are bar fights. Even if I don't "get it". 3. Free boooze next time I show up! (The bartender loves me with good cause.) Anyhow.
Who knows, bar fights aren't typically born of clear-headed reasoning. Sounds like you took a real beating, any stitches, broken bones?
Perhaps your crooning is inherently insulting. Or is "whomping" code for some entirely different experience in France.
Have ya learned anything from it yet Mr Crooner? Either stay out of bars or quit singing in them. Or both. And use the money to learn how to spell.
Sorry to hear that Marso. You need to track the asshole down and give him some much deserved payback.
Payback? Grow a pair for God's sake. No stitches or broken bones, so who gives a shit? Next time the guy who whupped Marso will do the same to someone else and get his ass handed to him. At least Marso didn't get arrested. Generally the cops don't care who "started it" and you both go to the hoosgow.
Forget that. It's a miracle Marso didn't land in the hospital in the ICU with severe brain damage. Those "barroom brawls" can do more damage than you'd care to think about. You take care Marso.
Knew an AF guy whose Marine brother died when he got hit with a chair in a brawl. A screw from the chair went into his head + killed him. Brawls on TV are fun! People get bottles broken over their heads, thrown thru windows, etc. with hilarious results! Nobody gets kicked in the balls, blinded by a pool cue in the eye, or loses an ear to a broken bottle. What's up with that?
Those guys know how to fight without getting hurt. And that Marine could just as easily have died without the screw going into his head. The screw probably just made his death faster.
I'm sorry to hear that, man. Hopefully things get better and hopefully someone called the cops so the guy can be arrested for assault or anti-social behavior or something.
What's a "gater"? Just curious. At least no firearms were in play, Marso, I'm quite familiar with Idaho.
Damn, Marso. Well, at least a scar or two makes you more "rugged." Chicks dig that. Make sure you let a doc have a look at you, tho. Ya never know.
Well thankfully the damage will heal and you live to see another day. Sometimes it happens so fast there is nothing you can do except play the part of the body bag. I had two instances of this magnatude over the years, once in Mpls. and once here. In Mpls., well St Paul actually, I went to a biker bar with a buddy after leaving one that had two dollar all you can drink well drinks. Lost count of the drinks, and they weren't watered down. Things devolved quickly over a pool game when I caught the other guy moving a ball on the rail. When the cue hit him after a confrontation the shit hit the fan. That was "Tequila will kill ya" lesson one. My buddy managed to get me out and he said when they finally did get me down there was a guy left standing with a .38 where he had it at my ribs. Another couple of seconds and he'd have pulled the trigger. But I digress... Apparently being fully enraged still I took my buddy on in the parking lot after he went back in to keep them from coming into the lot and continuing the brawl. Bad choice of action. He kicked the living shit out of me. Apparently I came at him with a tow chain from the back seat of his car after swiping every knob on his dash off with my boot. Think Stallone in the meat plant and the picture should be clear. I lost that one with serious rib damage and some plastic surgery at the nearest ER to put my face back together after they let me rant in the back and the sedation set in. I was actually intent on planting him but my common sense aligned with a want to know what the fuck happened led to a confrontation in the hallway at the apartments that cleared the air as to what happened. We came to terms since he did actually save my life. I never went out drinking with him again and didn't drink at all for well over a year. I did bone his girlfriend though. Second time, which was in Houston at a hotel bar next to a comedy club, was strife with a fistful of lessons. Never take your current girlfriend out in a party of people that contains an ex girlfriend even if she is married to someone else and expect everyone to actually be adults about it. Never dance with ex girlfriend after current girlfriend has copped an attitude and refuses to dance with you, even if you do indeed have happy feet. If one has not done these two things then it's likely the current girlfriend won't be storming out to be insulted by the bouncer at the door triggering the table tossing room crossing knockout punch he feels for a split second before he crumbles into a heap. Of course not to my surprise this is the equal to slapping a hornet's nest as the bartender and five more come to pay retrobution for their comrade's stupidity. Add to it being closing time and while everyone is being hustled out the door passing the fight later described as a giant sequoia tossing men in all directions. When the bastards finally did manage to get me down a half hour later and got me cuffed they kicked my ass for twenty minutes until HPD arrived and hauled me to the tank for evening of cold concrete and a morning of extreme pain, swellage, and the apparent dislocation/relocation of my shoulder and top it off having to face girlfriend bailing me out. Upon attempts to make said establishment pay for damages and medical bills incurred at the hand of their employees I find that they paid for a hell of a lot of damage on their employees. I believe the manager's comment was something like... "Who the hell is going to pay for the damages and hospital bills for seven of my guys?!?!!!1" The old saying of "you may get lunch but I'm gonna get a sandwhich" came to mind. I hung up painfully laughing. This was lesson two, and the final lesson on "Tequila will kill ya". To this day there are three things I will not do even if faced with death. Death would be better. 1 Drink Tequila. I love the stuff but it always seems to lead to trouble. 2 Make any mention of ex girlfriend. I flinch if her first name is mentioned even a movie. 3 Try in any way shape or form to put forth the idea of the current girlfriend, that is wife, take any blame for the night in any way shape or form. Hope you feel better soon man. You'll find the ego takes the longest to heal.
No, I believe a man got his ass kicked when he says he got his ass kicked. No percentage in lying about that one!
Sounds like an interesting night. Glad you weren't knocked retarded. Well, more than you already are.
This long after the fact? Nobody is going to waste their time with that that. It will be a "his word against mine" thing. Example: in Germany one of my drunken soldiers pissed off some girls, and they ganged up and waylayed him, completely swelling shut both his eyes and otherwise roughing him up from kicking him repeatedly in the head, etc. Of course this was on a weekend. Several days later our First Sergeant has me take him down to the MP station to file a report and get him photographed, etc. etc. Even the MP's said it's a waste of time. No witnesses are going to cooperate because the drunk ass probably had it coming anyway.
Well, the morning after my bro in law was able to shed a little light on the situation. Apparently there was some woman sitting with a guy a couple tables over, and she was bored with him or something. Came over, sat with us, and then sang a duet with my bro in law. He said she only hung out for a couple minutes, and then she left. My bro in law got up to use the can a minute or two later and apparently her jealous boyfriend took that opportunity to go all Rocky on my ass with no windup. My brother said that if I'd been the one to get up and use the can he probably would have been the one to get beat on. Never even saw the first punch coming. One moment I was sitting there drunk in a bar, and the next I was flat on the floor and the dude was all over me. Apparently he hauled ass right after- the bartender pleaded with my brother in law not to go out looking for him. (He did anyway- no joy). I'm typing this with the view from one eye- I look rather like Odin right now, sans beard. Happy Saint Paddy's Day!!
