I don’t drink or hang out in bars, but if I’m working with a crew on a friday after work they invariably want to stop off at one, on the odd occasion I might join them and have a ginger ale, kind of a brotherhood of the hammer thing.
They respect the fact that I don’t drink and unlike some don’t do the come on have just one thing.
We joke about it some times and I tell them they’ve heard the stories of how we can’t handle alcohol, that the stories are true, and if I was to drink I might wind up scalping them, their children, and their mama.
I don’t know about other people but for me spending an half hour in such a place convinces me all the more I don’t need to drink, some of the people and the behaviors are outrageous.
If it happens to be a bar that features “dancers” I’m not interested in contributing to their dance or buying them a drink, that usually doesn’t go over well – so if it is I won’t be crossing the threshold and I’ll get that ginger ale elsewhere if I want one.
I kind of figure too that if I’m dancing at pow wow I never ask anyone to contribute to my dance or buy me a drink. But now that I think about it……..
I had a woman tell me once it wasn’t a good thing for a woman to have had many hands placed upon her, from a purely health standpoint what with SD’s and all I would agree, but I believe she meant more than that, and I’ve read that alcohol is considered to be an SD gateway.
Another thing about bars is there’s always some fool who thinks he’s Mike Tyson or a woman who thinks she’s irresistible.
Combine the two and it’s a sure recipe for trouble, and there’s nothing more pathetic than watching two drunks flail away at each other.
I remember one time sitting at a bar counter with a friend, next to me was a loud and obnoxious woman arguing with an equally loud and obnoxious man. Just about the time I figured I had enough and was going to leave the man struck the woman knocking her to the floor, leapt off of his stool, and was going after her.
I stepped in between them, grabbed the man and told him to take it easy- he seemed to be alright with that but the woman got up and hit me in the back of the head with a cue ball.
Hurt like hell and made me want to smack her as well – I chose not to though, stepped aside, and told them to have at it, they deserved one another.
Kind of stunned them, but also provided a common enemy for them, me, from which a unity and common cause were born.
So we stood there doing the stare down until the woman advised her man that I was a sorry sob not worth the effort and they should go and do their drinking elsewhere.
I don’t know what they did after leaving but I had a goose egg on my head for a couple of days and got ribbed on the job about having a woman “kick my ass”.
But it served as a reminder for me that people can get really stupid when they drink, and in that context had I of been drinking I might of scalped the both of them.
That goose egg subsided long ago and if I happen to see that same woman I cross the street, discretion being the better part of valor…… my mother didn’t raise no fools.