Monday, April 26, 2004
That Bitch Made Me Bleed On Myself!
Last Friday night was my friend Angie’s birthday.
Kelly, Mariah and I began the night by joining Angie’s parents for dinner at “Carmine’s” in Time Square. I was very nervous going into the dinner based on past experiences with Angie’s parents. I’ve known Angie for years, but have never been allowed at her house or out to big events that her family is throwing for her. Basically, Angie’s parents used to think that Kelly and I turned Angie gay and got her addicted to pot. Needless to say, as far as I know, you can’t MAKE someone gay. Trust me, I’ve tried. In any case, Friday was supposed to be the first time that all of us sat down (civilly).
I brought Angie’s mom a bouquet of flowers to break the ice. I think she really appreciated that. We all ate dinner together and talked and talked and talked. I had such an amazing time and by the end of the dinner I truly felt as though I was accepted by Angie’s family. It’s been a long time coming, but it has been worth the wait.
After dinner, the four of us (parents went back to their hotel) went over to Angie’s to open presents and get our drink on! We left around 11pm to go to a bar called “Stingy Lulu’s”. The bar was empty save for the crazy ass bartender who made shitty drinks with an attitude. I honestly think she was on massive amounts of drugs, cuz she was a fucking nut case.
After depleting all of the fun out of “Lulu’s”, we went over to our regular dive hangout “The Hole”. Since it was Friday night, the bar was full of lesbians. Usually its gay men, but they have one lesbian night just to keep it all fair.
Well, we were drinking and dancing and smoking (yes, you can smoke both pot AND cigs in this bar – regardless of Bloomberg’s decision to kill the smoker’s good time) when all of a sudden, WW3 happened.
Paul pulls on my arm and says, “We have to go now”. I look over and there is a psycho hosebeast lesbian yelling at Paul about how he bumped into her friend. I look over at this “friend” and notice that she is so fucked up she can barely keep her eyes open. The hosebeast kept screaming at Paul. Now, usually Paul does cause the problem and we get thrown out because of him, but in this case, I saw most of what happened, and Paul was innocent.
I turned to the hosebeast and I say, “Worry about your drunk ass friend and leave my boyfriend alone.” The bitch proceeds to scream and scream about how Paul bumped into her wasted friend. She then walks over to me and I turn around and push her away from us with my shoulder. Next thing I know, she launches her drink right in Paul’s face.
Now I’m fuming.
I turn to her and I’m like “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing you ugly bitch?!” She starts screaming for us to get booted from the bar. Eventually the bartender comes over and is like “Get the fuck out of this bar!”
Now I’m livid.
I turn to the hosebeast and I call her a number of things. Ie: Ugly cunt bag, dyke bitch, fat ass. Whatever I could think of to make her as angry as she possibly could be. She then launches her nasty self at me, clawing and scraping at the sky. I scream and call her names while she claws at my face. At one point, she connected with my cheek and I turned to belt her in the face. As I raised my hand to punch her, Kelly swiftly puts her arm around my chest and starts pulling me out of the bar.
We are in a group of 8 or 9 people and everyone starts screaming at this bitch as I am being literally thrown from the bar by Kelly. As we get to the door, I look down at my hand and it’s covered in blood. I turn to Kelly and I say “That bitch made me bleed on myself!”
Kelly sees the blood and freaks out. She pushes me out the door and goes back to pound the girl’s face in. Unfortunately, security stopped her before she could get to her.
We all stand outside waiting for everyone to catch up. I’m half laughing, half screaming about how much I hate that stupid girl and how much I love Paul for being the sane one for once. If it weren’t for my friends, I’m sure I would have ended up in jail that night for beating the fuck out of that he-she.
I am not a violent person by nature. I’m really not. But after I’ve been drinking and after some stupid bitch thinks she can get away with whatever she wants, just because she’s a girl…fuck that. It would have been a huge mistake to hit her…huge…but I should have hocked the biggest fucking loogie in her hair. If only my initial anger hadn’t clouded my otherwise mean and manipulative mean streak. Don’t EVER throw a drink in my boyfriend’s face. EVER. And don’t ever call us names and demean us in a bar that WE are regulars at. Please.
Whatever, it was such an ugly situation and I’m so glad that it’s over and behind us.
The night ended very well. We all went back to Paul’s apartment and had more drinks and fun times, laughing over and over at the bitch that freaked out at the bar. Overall Angie had a great birthday and I’m glad I was able to be there for her. I think it will be a while before Paul and I go with her to a lesbian bar again though.
Truth be told, lesbians are NASTY to gay men that enter their bar. Paul and I get kicked out of lezzy bars all the time. They hate playing second fiddle to us when we’re with our beautiful girlfriends. It’s easier to remove us from the bar, then to have to watch us hang with someone that they can never get. And it’s not like we are going to tolerate any of their shit. If you are going to step up to us in a bar…make sure you get your shot in while you can. Otherwise…
WHATEVER.
Fucking lesbians. I really gotta get me some gay guy friends.
Hanging out with these girls is going to get me killed.
Last Friday night was my friend Angie’s birthday.
Kelly, Mariah and I began the night by joining Angie’s parents for dinner at “Carmine’s” in Time Square. I was very nervous going into the dinner based on past experiences with Angie’s parents. I’ve known Angie for years, but have never been allowed at her house or out to big events that her family is throwing for her. Basically, Angie’s parents used to think that Kelly and I turned Angie gay and got her addicted to pot. Needless to say, as far as I know, you can’t MAKE someone gay. Trust me, I’ve tried. In any case, Friday was supposed to be the first time that all of us sat down (civilly).
I brought Angie’s mom a bouquet of flowers to break the ice. I think she really appreciated that. We all ate dinner together and talked and talked and talked. I had such an amazing time and by the end of the dinner I truly felt as though I was accepted by Angie’s family. It’s been a long time coming, but it has been worth the wait.
After dinner, the four of us (parents went back to their hotel) went over to Angie’s to open presents and get our drink on! We left around 11pm to go to a bar called “Stingy Lulu’s”. The bar was empty save for the crazy ass bartender who made shitty drinks with an attitude. I honestly think she was on massive amounts of drugs, cuz she was a fucking nut case.
After depleting all of the fun out of “Lulu’s”, we went over to our regular dive hangout “The Hole”. Since it was Friday night, the bar was full of lesbians. Usually its gay men, but they have one lesbian night just to keep it all fair.
Well, we were drinking and dancing and smoking (yes, you can smoke both pot AND cigs in this bar – regardless of Bloomberg’s decision to kill the smoker’s good time) when all of a sudden, WW3 happened.
Paul pulls on my arm and says, “We have to go now”. I look over and there is a psycho hosebeast lesbian yelling at Paul about how he bumped into her friend. I look over at this “friend” and notice that she is so fucked up she can barely keep her eyes open. The hosebeast kept screaming at Paul. Now, usually Paul does cause the problem and we get thrown out because of him, but in this case, I saw most of what happened, and Paul was innocent.
I turned to the hosebeast and I say, “Worry about your drunk ass friend and leave my boyfriend alone.” The bitch proceeds to scream and scream about how Paul bumped into her wasted friend. She then walks over to me and I turn around and push her away from us with my shoulder. Next thing I know, she launches her drink right in Paul’s face.
Now I’m fuming.
I turn to her and I’m like “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing you ugly bitch?!” She starts screaming for us to get booted from the bar. Eventually the bartender comes over and is like “Get the fuck out of this bar!”
Now I’m livid.
I turn to the hosebeast and I call her a number of things. Ie: Ugly cunt bag, dyke bitch, fat ass. Whatever I could think of to make her as angry as she possibly could be. She then launches her nasty self at me, clawing and scraping at the sky. I scream and call her names while she claws at my face. At one point, she connected with my cheek and I turned to belt her in the face. As I raised my hand to punch her, Kelly swiftly puts her arm around my chest and starts pulling me out of the bar.
We are in a group of 8 or 9 people and everyone starts screaming at this bitch as I am being literally thrown from the bar by Kelly. As we get to the door, I look down at my hand and it’s covered in blood. I turn to Kelly and I say “That bitch made me bleed on myself!”
Kelly sees the blood and freaks out. She pushes me out the door and goes back to pound the girl’s face in. Unfortunately, security stopped her before she could get to her.
We all stand outside waiting for everyone to catch up. I’m half laughing, half screaming about how much I hate that stupid girl and how much I love Paul for being the sane one for once. If it weren’t for my friends, I’m sure I would have ended up in jail that night for beating the fuck out of that he-she.
I am not a violent person by nature. I’m really not. But after I’ve been drinking and after some stupid bitch thinks she can get away with whatever she wants, just because she’s a girl…fuck that. It would have been a huge mistake to hit her…huge…but I should have hocked the biggest fucking loogie in her hair. If only my initial anger hadn’t clouded my otherwise mean and manipulative mean streak. Don’t EVER throw a drink in my boyfriend’s face. EVER. And don’t ever call us names and demean us in a bar that WE are regulars at. Please.
Whatever, it was such an ugly situation and I’m so glad that it’s over and behind us.
The night ended very well. We all went back to Paul’s apartment and had more drinks and fun times, laughing over and over at the bitch that freaked out at the bar. Overall Angie had a great birthday and I’m glad I was able to be there for her. I think it will be a while before Paul and I go with her to a lesbian bar again though.
Truth be told, lesbians are NASTY to gay men that enter their bar. Paul and I get kicked out of lezzy bars all the time. They hate playing second fiddle to us when we’re with our beautiful girlfriends. It’s easier to remove us from the bar, then to have to watch us hang with someone that they can never get. And it’s not like we are going to tolerate any of their shit. If you are going to step up to us in a bar…make sure you get your shot in while you can. Otherwise…
WHATEVER.
Fucking lesbians. I really gotta get me some gay guy friends.
Hanging out with these girls is going to get me killed.
