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lol, I bring my camera to one event, and nobody (ok, just you) can get enough.

Maybe I'll bring my camera sometime, but I think I'd stand out taking pictures in bar, especially while on the dance floor. "Don't mind the flash baby" probably isn't a great turn on... unless... hmmm...

what a bizarre story..........
got anymore like that to share?

I have too many stories to share... I could write an entire book on stories. I went to University (first year University was the best two years of my life)... the bar was between my home, and school... I became really good at pool, so I played pool almost everyday at the bar on campus, and went out 3 - 4 nights a week to the bar.

When I left to University, I had a heart operation 3 days before I had to leave, and was told to take it easy... well, I'll share that story later.

Anybody else got bar stories?

You should have tried to get her girlfriend to get in on it too. Now that would have turned it into a good night .

Yeah you could have been the meat in their sandwich. Man I love that.

Yeah you could have been the meat in their sandwich. Man I love that.

Now we all know that female vegetarians are bad news, I mean... every girl needs some meat in her.

Ya, I wouldn't have minded if her friend was as interested as she was... but I think she was pretty pissed at her girlfriend for grabbing my hand and trying to pull me away somewhere... only if she talked it out with her girlfriend... "come on, please? You can have him too!" </dream>

What a visual. Right as I was reading your post J, I was sipping a strawberry banana smoothie and imagining it all over my living room and the guests that are sitting with me (Yes I am on the computer with guests, but it's just family)

The year was 1993. The place, the Crescent Cafe in Worcester, MA. As a freshman in college, there weren't too many bars that would serve minors, so we went whenever we had the chance. Monday nights were the best. I might have been in college about 5 weeks when Dave the bartender told me that one of the locals (Woo-rats to us) wanted to ask me out, and that he was a good guy and I should go out with him. So the next week, that guy was there. I had seen him around: nothing special, but not hard on the eyes, and he asked me out and for some reason I accepted. I was 18 going on 40 and thought it wouldn't be a bad idea. When I got back to the dorm and told some friends that I had accepted this date, they were livid. I guess it was a bit naive of me to accept a date from a total stranger, but in hindsight, I did worse things in college with people I knew.

Long story short, we went out to an italian restaurant and we had nothing in common. The Crescent Cafe eventually closed. If not I would have recommended it to Fracai who goes to school in Worcester.

Not to say I haven't vomited in a bar! 

Mac Daddy ,
For a night of partying you sure remember lots of details. You should write a book. I will give you a working title: Drunk Girl. Well before today my friend Dan and I (in college) would go out and he would always seem to find the Drunk Girl, and then proceeded to  yell in close proximity to her face,

I thought this thread was gonna be about Bill Murray as the lounge singer.

Well, when your pictures of after the bar look like this...

http://jperin.mine.nu/pics/justin.jpg

This is a friend of mine.

theres no word but terrifying.....

You should see the picture of me... but I can't seem to find it

That pic of my friend was after a bar, and it was cold (hence the white in the pic). Of course you don't bring a coat, they charge money to keep your coat there!

So I'm at this bar, and I'm playing pool with Justin... and my friend Mark doesn't want to play because he wasn't a junkie like we were. Mark also is really blind without his glasses, but he left them at home because he was trying to pick up... well, that one only works with some help of good friends. He comes up to us "hey man, is she hot?", we stop the game, check her out... ya. He comes back striking out... "how about her, she hot", stop the game, see who he's talking about, she is. Strikes out again, so he comes back and asks us again, by this time we don't care "hey, is she hot?"... do a quick look... god no she is the opposite of hot "ya, she's hot man, go for it". We are so mean... but we got to finish our game!

So we finish the game, and there was lots of chicks dancing on the floor, cool. I head out to the floor and try to find one alone... weird, all the girls are taken, and there's always some weird guys dancing with each other so I block them out. Well, I'm finally dancing too 'Spirit of the West - Take me home', great for dancing with girls and picking up! I see some hot girl that is by herself, and I dance to the song with her (not the typical close dancing stuff, but to the song)... well it's lots of fun, and she's obviously having lots more fun now than before. After dancing to that, and some other songs, she seems interested yet oddly responding to me... she asks "are you gay?"... "what?"... screaming "are you gay!!?"... wasn't that I didn't hear her... was that I was confused "no <confused look>"... "are you sure?"... now this isn't really something I had to think about, gee... let me check... am I gay, nope straight! So I say "no, I'm straight"... "great!!" she was all excited because all her friends there that night were gay.

So we're dancing more, and this guy comes out of nowhere (well, from my left) and she jumps from surprise and gets handed a drink... "can I give you my ICQ, it's <duh, I'm going to give it out>" she says, and it turns out, that she was there on a date... and I store her away from her date for half the night. This actually turned out to be a good thing, because it was also gay night... and suddenly I figured out why she asked if I was gay, and why the guys at the bar were asking me funny questions... oops, wrong night to go to the bar! At least I found a straight chick to steal from some guy on a date.

Back to my friend Justin, who's sitting on the couch making out with his beer. Time to leave, so we grab Marks leather coat and try to find him... we get halfway out the door... smurf, this isn't Marks coat... better get that back in place. Run back downstairs of the bar and put it back. Try to find Mark, which we can't... when we remember... he didn't have his glasses!... and we were setting him up with ugly girls! No!!! Well, lets say he left in a cab because he was lost.. and he did find his way home that night... but never would tell us what happened except he got lost in the bar (went up a level without knowing it) and couldn't find us again.

I've never been in a bar fight though... it usually consist of me being drunk, having someone walk into me, or me walking into them follow by the other person saying "oh, sorry big guy" and a raise of the glass (or bottle) to show no hard feelings, and then all is well.

When your 6'1", 220 lbs, and have earned the nickname "brick wall"... that's the sort of thing you get... when your this big, they call you Mr. (I don't know how many people will get that, because I don't think they sell Mr. Big in the US... that and it's a 10+ year old commercial).

Anybody else got some crazy bar stories? I'll write about one later about having to climb a 10-12 foot fence while drunk...

I took my wife to this bar one time, and this militant lesbian type invited herself to sit down at our table, interupt our conversation, and tells my wife exactly how stupid she was for being there with a guy, and for being straight and stuff.  She was insulting to me, rude, crude, and generally nasty about hitting on my wife right in front of me.

If it had been a guy acting like that to my wife, I would have dragged him out of the bar and beat the crap out of him.  I was basically paralized by the fact that it was a woman who was hitting on my wife and being a crude smurf right in front of me.  I did not know how to proceed. 

My wife tried to make her go away with no success whatsoever.

We tried to ignore her and she would not leave.

I got a little frustrated, so I step away to the restroom for a minute.  This woman moves into my seat, and finished my drink.  Then lets someone borrow the chair she was in, so that there is now no place for me to sit at my table with my wife.

I just stand there, shocked for a minute or two.  My wife chugges the rest of her beer, stands up and says lets go.  We paid cover to get into that bar... but there was no way to stay.

This could get me crucified for even thinking it out loud....but if it looks and pretends to be a guy I think it could be beat like a guy.

Wouldn't have stopped me. That is if I was a guy.

I *heart* redplanet!

I *heart* redplanet!

Because she'd beat up a girl? Or because she reminds you of a guy?

He's seen em so he knows Im not a guy.

I would beat up anyone who deserved it, even a butchie. Doesn't necessarily mean I will always win, but I sure will try.  My best friend's oldest sister is what we call a butchie....shes the more manly of her and her psycho I mean woman...she bic's her head alot too...but her boobs are huge and give her away.