Thread: Drunken bouncer
6/17/2006 2:50am, #1
I got good and drunk toniht ^__________^
it's been a while since I've posted drunk.
Anwho, after a good round of drinerkering at Stonewalls me and Olorin and this chick with awesome cleavage went over to Eskimo Joe's.
Me, I daneced me ass offand had a grand old time. I danced and dacned and dcanced and daned.
I looked over and saw a whitekid anin a pin stripe shirt throw a drink at some indian kid and all ov a siudden got a lot more sober than I should've been.
I wlaaked in quick and got betweenthe Indian kid and the white kid and immediatly was all :hey man, not oworth it, come on, go on out on the dance foloor and have yourself a nie time"
This kid wouldn't have any of it, he was nose to nose with me as I walked him away form his antagonist and was all "your his fucking rfriend aren't you, why the **** o you care, **** eyou you asshoel"
I honestly thought that after a minute of staring this kid down he was done asnd was gonna go back to the dance floor and have a nice time. God was I wrong
As I walked him outto the floor he hrew his drink backhannded against the kid who assaulted him. The only thing in front of the white kid in the pin stripe shirt was this cute irl I'd just met and been talking to about Buffy named Abby, she was quick on the draw and ot in hiws face. I abandoned my guy as it was clear he thought his honor was satisified and hasd gone hihs own way- I thought to the dance floor- so I backed Abby up as she told him not to prusue it.
Olorin as at my back from that point on. He leaned in and said "it's not your job, don't bother", bt seriously, abby was like 100lbs and this guy was easily 170lbs. I figured that Olorin was at my back if this **** pusued it. I went with him as he walked towards the indian kid and had to actualy hodl them at arms length, it was werid.
The door staff showed up and stepped in.
Abby and the bouncer talked to him- te white kid in the pin stripe shirt- and I figured I was done, the Indian kid was out of sight, but turns out he had been kicked out.
So I went about my marry way dancing and drinking and chatting folks aup. While the bar I had left saw another confrontation between Indian and white kids.
Upon final consideration, Edro- a completely sober bouncer of Joe's- the white kids had been saying tings like "sand ******* are taking our jobs" and "how dare tose terrorists take advatntage of our good will", basically things that would ameke me wat to punch them. Keeping the fighters seperate would be hard for me at that point.
I know that when I was staring that indian kid down nose to nose I was thinking "tis boy is no threat whatsoever, keep him away from the other one" and ipponseionage kept flashing through my mind- he was wearing a very nice button up long sleeve shirt.
Looking back, I honestly wish I'd gotten a chance to somehow hurt that white kid. I don't know what set it off but that "sand ******" **** was disgusting and I can understand the violence.
There were like 3 fight rokend up at Eskimo Joe's tonight. Crazy.
IfI can get work on just Friday and Saturday I wouldn't mind, but I have a mon-fri job that can't afford this ****.
Anywho, it was fun to break up a fight and litterally hold two people apart. I'm surprised I managed it as drunk as I was. I figure this'd be easy work sober.
6/17/2006 3:06am, #2
You my friend, are a supporter of terrorists. Commie.
You should've ippon'd the white guy with all your Dare Devil-esque might.
6/17/2006 4:48am, #3
Ha! Tonight I showed up at a random house party. I have no ideas who's house it was...but two hours after the bar closed, a guy I know and I dude I have never met come busting in the house saying "We are about to be in a fight....where is Grant at?"
I felt like "Teh uber bad ass" especially when I went up and got all crazy-eye'd and said..."There isn't a problem here that you want me to have to fix....is there?"And that's when I figured out that tears couldn't make somebody who was dead alive again. There's another thing to learn about tears, they can't make somebody who doesn't love you any more love you again. It's the same with prayers. I wonder how much of their lives people waste crying and praying to God. If you ask me, the devil makes more sense than God does. I can at least see why people would want him around. It's good to have somebody to blame for the bad stuff they do. Maybe God's there because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war game with them. And they never know which side they're gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try to do something good, it still turns out bad.
6/17/2006 9:37am, #4
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- Mar 2004
When I get back in OK I'll drive to Stillwater and hit the bars with you sometime.
My fake hasn't failed me yet!sudo make me a sandwich!
6/17/2006 12:09pm, #5..."There isn't a problem here that you want me to have to fix....is there?"
Sweet post Dai! Unless its my job to get involved I usually just watch that stuff and let the bouncers deal with it. I might point it out to them, but im not gettin in the center. Cuz you never know what rascist morons might have done to start that ass whuppin they deserve.
6/17/2006 12:18pm, #6
Nice post, but go through that later and write it in soberise.
6/17/2006 12:42pm, #7
I think you should take it upon yourself to educate the pinstriped pinheads about the finer points of Middle Eastern and Asian subcontinent ethnicities, since their education is obviously otherwise lacking.
I recommend using the "GNP" method of making sure the information really stays in their heads.--
6/17/2006 12:45pm, #8Originally Posted by Greese
6/17/2006 1:23pm, #9
I had no idea about the racial slurs. I was hanging out by the pool table just having a beer when all of a sudden I saw Dai standing in front of that kid in the pen striped shirt trying to chill him out. I did not know that Abby (I guess that was her name) was in the middle of this until I read your thread. She needs to not get between two drunks wanting to fight, she might work there, but she is not big enough to be doing things like that.
Latter that night (ten to twenty minutes latter) I was out front. The Indian Kid and his friends are pumping themselves to go back inside and throwdown. Edro and a few bouncers came out and escorted them off the premises. After that, I said night to Edro and drove home.
This is why I like to drink at Stonewalls, NO FIGHTING…
6/17/2006 1:49pm, #10
Funny how in a drunken state you do things you've been meaning to but putting off or something that seems like a perfectly good idea at the time, but when you sober up you have to either do it again- correctly- or apologize for it.
So now "posting on the internet" is up there with "calling estranged ex".
Edro, my room mate and ocassional Bullshido poster, is one of the numerous bouncers over at Eskimo Joe's. Tonight he had to go into work at 9. I tagged along, we ate before his shift began, and I walked down the street to Stonewall Tavern to meet up with Olorin and the history department's drinking committee. There many pitchers were poured and many topics were discussed till none remained but Olorin, myself, and one young lady.
So we walked on over to Joe's for a change of atmosphere- there was someone at the bar with a puppy at Stonewalll- at about midnight. I was already a might tipsy but I had an urge to get good and sloshed.
So we get there, I get to the drinking, and go on out to the dance floor and get my whitey groove on. I was dropping the splits and changing levels, bobbing and weaving, making a grand ass of meself and grinding with absolutly no one in particular- people in fact seemed to grant me a wide berth.
I met Abby, Edro's friend who works tables there at Joe's, thoguh she was off that night. Nice girl, we talked for like half an hour about Buffy, season to season. I got some free drinks by varous means and went back about my dancing business.
So I'm heading off the floor towards the pool tables and bar which are in a seperate room and about ten feet from the door I see a big white kid in a pin stripe shirt throw his drink from where he stood at the doorway onto some scrawny Indian kid (as in from India, in OK you have to be specific about these things).
The Indian kid, from now I'm just gonna call him A, started stalking towards the door to chase down whitey, henceforth B. I take a few quick strides and get right beside him in the door way and sort of stand a little in front of him and tell him I saw what happened, B's an asshole, it's not worth it, come on let's go back out on the dance floor and forget him. As our conversation progresses he's getting nose to nose with me and posturing and so I use that, walking backwards away from B, and A- being a manly man- won't back down- by the end of the conversation I've got him about twenty feet. Our conversation went something like this.
me: Hey man, I saw what happened, he's an ass, but it ain't worth it.
A: Who the **** are you?
me: I'm your friend (he's drunk). Come on, let's forget about it, have a nice time.
A: Nah, nonono, you're his fucking friend aren't you- I know you!
me: No, I don't fucking know that guy, but I do know he isn't worth your time man, come on, let's head back on out there
A: No, **** you man!
me: Come on, this isn't what you wanted to do when you got here, is it?
A: Ah, you're right, you're right.
me: cool, come on, let's get you back out there and dancing.
At this point he seems to have calmed down a bit, but the whole time he'd been jsut nose to nose and there were a few things going through my head: this kid is small and drunk, I'm drunk too, that other guy is considerably larger, underhooks to head-and-arm. There was like one second where I thought this kid might attack me, but that passed and as I said I started to walk him out towards the floor. On our way out though, B had gotten closer and A notticed; A sort of backhandedly tossed his drink on B and vamoosed for through the door.
It was here that I got a real good look at B, 6' somewhere between 180 and 200. None of the door staff are around which is absurd seeing as Joe's avoids fights by having a bounce staff of like 10 guys working at all times. B starts barreling towards the door to choke slam or DDT A when all of a sudden Abby just plops right in fron of him like belly to belly and starts backing him up- I move in real quick and am lightly holding him, and between me and Abby and some guy who may have been another bouncer, Abby's boyfriend, or just some guy we've got him pineed against a wall and we just tried to talk him down.
Interestingly, Olorin is right behind me at this point- he'd been standing and drinking in the same spot like all night and it turns out this **** breaks out with him in the middle. He patted me on the shoulder and said "dude, it's not your job". He's right, it's not, but I'd be damned if I wasn't gonna help. I figured that if anything goes down Olorin's good back up even if he does think I was going above and beyond the call of duty for a drunken party goer.
We talked to B for 2 or 3 minutes and finally after about a minute of me saying "come on man, let me buy you a drink, let's go get a drink" he seems to give and me and Abby walk him towards the bar.
B says "yeah, yeah I'm good, I'm good, my friend's over there at the bar, I'm good". I look over and it turns out A came back.
"Uh uh he's not your friend." So I stand between the two and they come together all thug life wannabe and here's me with my arms outstretched and hands on their cheests as these two both cock their arms like their gonna start throwing cowboy punches. Oddly enough I wasn't too worried about the punches so much as I was concentrating on keeping them at arm's length from one another. Finally more of the bouncers swooped in, snatched A and walked him out.
The staff had only seen when A threw his retaliatory drink on B, so they figured he'd started it and after they'd both been warned it was him who'd go if stuff started up again. I let 'em know that I saw B throw a drink first, and then I went about my business got a 40 of corona and got my white ass back on the dance floor.
Normally Joe's has no fights, as I said they keep 12 guys or so on hand to just crush any and all insurrection. Edro's worked there for like 4 months and he's only been innvolved in or seen 4 fights, thing is 3 of them were last night.
As I said, I was getting groovy and so missed out on the two that followed, Edro could tell it better. B got booted too for beign a jackass, and the bouncers learned that apparently B had been saying things like "damn you sand ******* taking our jobs" and " why don't you go back to Iraq"- remember, A is Indian. Well, turns out that B's friends shared these sentiments and so B's friends and A's friends got after it over by the pool tables and all had to be removed. Thankfully a cop had shown up upon hearing that there'd beenjust the one altercation at Joe's and was able to sober a few of those punks up by his mere presance. edit, Olorin's probably got the correct on the second altercation, but the cause remains the same.
Then, completely unrelated to these two squabbles, some white kid and black kid got after it on the dance floor- I'd gone upstairs to the second bar and my second 40 of corona- and were removed.
I don't know whether there was something in the beer that night or if the full moon was hiding out behind the sweet thunder storm that was raging outside, but something had the people in that place behaving like fucking loons.
I've had kind of an open invitation to bounce at Joe's for like a year now what with knowing and training with so many of the people that bounce there, but I keep putting it off seeing as I've always had a better 9-5 that wouldn't mesh well with nights spent working till 3am. That said, I'd love to do some part time on just Fridays and Saturdays, cause that was fun ^_^
Yes, yes, lucky I wasn't stabbed, raped, lava'd, or broken glassed- I still had a good time.
Last edited by Stick; 6/17/2006 2:02pm at .