Bar fight stories

[emmline]

*splutter*

Calm down. He was twelve, and too dumb to mean any real harm.

I think you misunderstand Nano's reason for *splutter*ing.
Kindly reread your post as if you were Amar.

So, in that world almost any verb can sub for j******, eh?
I'm not fluent in boy.
I really haven't been in enough bar fights, or locker rooms.

Btw, I find it astounding that the yeas are in the lead.

[Charlene]

I don't hang out in bars. Shows you how exciting my life is, doesn't it??

[Wanderer]

I've been in a bar fight once...they're not as pretty as on the sparring mat.

[fearfaoin]

So, in that world almost any verb can sub for j******, eh?

No, just that one and another that has few other uses.

The only thing better than double entendres are unintentional double entendres!

[scottielvr]

Btw, I find it astounding that the yeas are in the lead.

Not just at the moment. Someone had to give peace a chance.

[emmline]

So, in that world almost any verb can sub for j******, eh?

No, just that one and another that has few other uses.

The only thing better than double entendres are unintentional double entendres!

Well, the irony is that I first used the phrase "fighting off," and then my writerly eye caught two occurrences of the word "fight" in one sentence and objected.
Sorry Nano. Edit that mental image por favor.

[dubhlinn]

Never really been in one...seen plenty though.

Always figured it better to walk away and take the abuse.


Slan,
D.

[Nanohedron]

So, in that world almost any verb can sub for j******, eh?

No, just that one and another that has few other uses.

The only thing better than double entendres are unintentional double entendres!

Well, the irony is that I first used the phrase "fighting off," and then my writerly eye caught two occurrences of the word "fight" in one sentence and objected.
Sorry Nano. Edit that mental image por favor.

Heh heh heh. Just wanted to see how your usual aplomb handled a moment of stupid puerility on my part. I could NOT resist.

[OnTheMoor]

Back in my highschool days they were a weekly ritual.

Drinking age in Quebec is 18... although it was generally agreed that it was closer to 14. So Ottawa kids take a cab over to La Boom or whatever other gross club they can think of and drink far more than they should at that age. Thing is, the french kids never liked the english kids coming around and stealing their girls. Everyone who went had to wear a marker, usually a Hawaiian shirt for us, so you knew who to hit when s*it hit the fan, which it did, always. Bouncers knew us, but continually let us in, it made their night fun and one of my buddies would always remember which bouncer he had mixed it up with last time, they'd wink at eachother before we got in and then it was go time. Right of passage in Ottawa.

[harpmaker]

I've been in 2 of them.

Both were back in college. I was hanging out at a campus bar when two guys playing pool got into it. One swung a pool stick at the other, and the second guy ducked out of the way. Unfortunately, I was standing right behind him and got the fat end of the pool cue upside the head. I went down and either got knocked out by the cue, or when my head hit the floor. I woke up to see my one of my friends standing on top of the pool table with a shirtful of pool balls. He was a pitcher on a softball team and was expressing his anger over my getting whacked by beaning anyone who came near us with a hard thrown ball. As I came up off the floor, the police were coming in the front door.

My friends hustled me out the back door and after driving around for awhile decided that I really did need to see a doctor. I think my continuing to spit out blood and pieces of broken teeth had something to do with that. We went to a local ER, but there was a cop car sitting out front. Turns out the police were looking for us. Ended up driving about 40 miles to another town and ER. Lost 5 teeth and a really good hangout that night.

Second one was only a few months later and near the first bar. It was not actually in the bar but just outside the front door. Some guy claimed I had been making a move on his girlfreind and came out with a knife to punctuate his point, and my stomach. Fortunately, the amount of alcohol he had consumed impaired not only his judgement but his knife fighting skills. He swung staright across me catching my shirt and a bit of skin, but as he did, I grabbed his wrist and elbow and continued the motion for him. Unfortunately for him, the direction I moved his elbow was not one nature intended. I ended up with a light scar across my stomach and he got a broken elbow.

After that I decided that I needed to spend more time on my studies and less time in bars.

About 20 years later I did get into a few close calls when I hung out at a restaurant/bar where the girlfriend worked. The owner decided (I think due to my size) I would make a good bouncer. She got in the habit of tossing me the keys at closing time and asking me to escort out the final customers and locking up behind them. Every so often someone would decide that last call didn't apply to them, or that when the ugly lights came on it was time to get ugly. Usually my rearing up over them settled things down quick enough.

It wasn't until one night when a band member came to my rescue with a well swung microphone that I realised I was doing a job I wasn't getting paid for. The next day I brought the band a new mic and told the owner she had to put a real bouncer on her payroll.

[izzarina]

Drinking age in Quebec is 18... although it was generally agreed that it was closer to 14. So Ottawa kids take a cab over to La Boom or whatever other gross club they can think of and drink far more than they should at that age.

Those of us on the other side of the border used to do it too. Going to Hull was an adventure....except when you get some chick who is your bartender ticked off at you because you aren't tipping her. Now mind you, we were paying her in US dollars, and she was taking them at par (meaning she was taking them like they were Canadian dollars, which were worth WAAAAAY less at that time), so she was actually getting quite a large tip off of us. She started to swear at us in French (which I understood quite well, since that's almost the only part of French class that I remembered ), but she didn't resort to brawling.

[OnTheMoor]

She started to swear at us in French (which I understood quite well, since that's almost the only part of French class that I remembered ), but she didn't resort to brawling.

You missed out. One place had two floors and the second had a walkway that hung over the dance floor. My friends unwillingly flying off every Friday was beer-spraying fun. Oddly enough, none of them were ever seriously hurt. That was the interesting thing about Hull, it was a sort of other universe where you could do the stupidest thing imaginable and come out unscathed.

[izzarina]

You missed out. One place had two floors and the second had a walkway that hung over the dance floor.

You know, I think that was the place we were at (this after a quick check with my dear husband who was there also ). Although we didn't force anyone to unwillingly fly off the walkway

[dfernandez77]

Been in a few, by inertia more than choice. Walking the wrong way at the right time and all.

The strangest was in a strip club in Ensenada Mexico. I used to go to Mexico a couple weekends a month in my youth. Me and my friends went to a particular club for the cheap drinks, the occasional pleasant visual aesthetics, and strange goings on - not for the extra-curricular activity.

We also went for the humor of watching other patrons coordinate, umm, "teamwork." Some of the humor was from the fact that 3 out of 10 "girls" were *ahem* not girls.

After a few visits we came to be casual friends with the owners (one plump young gay man and his lover an older female impersonator) and a few of the girls. Well about eight eighteen year old blonde surfer dudes from Newport Beach CA showed up one night and proceeded to drink themselves into uglier Americans than they were while sober - though that was not an easy job. Then they began manhandling the girls - and when the questionable gender issue came up they freaked out.

Drunken stupidity, youth, arrogance, naivete, and embarrassment combined with surfer dudes. Altogether they became a little blond frothing pile of punks hurling abuse and insults at a couple girls who actually happened to be girls.

My cousin, in a most chivalrous manner, invited the young chaps to leave. At which point a beer bottle emerged at high velocity from the little gang and split my cousin's ear open. So, with injury having been added to insult, we all rose and - in a rather exuberant, physical, and eminently convincing fashion - encouraged the youthful blondies to exit.

We still laugh at the memory of one young man scuttling crab-like up the stairs to the exit on all fours and his backside, face up. It was, at the time, the most expeditious way for the inebriated fellow to flee, cover his butt, and keep an eye on my gentle giant of a cousin (who was not feeling gentle at the time).

The evening ended with the surfer dudes being plucked from the doorway, one at a time on exiting, by the Policia. And our jolly company enjoyed free drinks and gratitude for some time to come.

I actually have a photo of us early in the evening, and we don't look very dangerous - do we?

[D4rksh0gun]

This was to be a good natured thread tho...
i liked the story where the guy spat guiness everywhere.
my fight wasnt anything malychious, kinda just a good natured tussle...