Pride took a hit
So a couple weeks ago, I go to the bar with some friends. Why? Cuz it was DC Pride week and we had to get our Pride on. One stop was Apex . . . a local dance club & video bar for college night. It wasn’t the hottest of all college nights. There were plenty of non-college aged people ruining it for the rest of the non-college aged people that were there to see the college aged people.
While sitting around a table in the video bar, this boy starts pulling at the stool I’m sitting on, trying to take it away from me. My friends and I all look at him like “wtf are you doing”, but he just keeps trying to pull it away like we don’t even exist. Finally I said, “hey buddy, I’m sitting here.” He responds with a huff and roughly brushes by me, and we all comment on how kids just don’t respect their elders anymore.
Fast forward 30 minutes: We’re now standing in the same general area, and the kid again brushes by me and elbows me in the back. My friends and I are like “wow, wtf is up with him.” Mind you, we don’t really see him with any friends, he seems to be on a mission looking for someone or something, walking thru the crowd, in a cute blue shirt, that unfortunately didn’t really coordinate with his not-cute face.
Fast forward another 10 minutes: As we’re walking out of the video bar in a crowded hallway, he is entering and elbows me in the back AGAIN. Despite the crowd, somehow he is able to go into the video bar and come back out again in the time it takes the four of us to move like 10 feet, where this dude and I meet a 4th time. He is trying to push by me and my friends in the crowded hallway, when I put my arm up and say “hey buddy, what’s the rush? You still pissed off about the stool or something?” He then shoves me, grabs my top-shelf drink, tosses it all over me, and then bolts as fast as he can away from us into the crowd.
Luckily, I was drinking a clear drink and wearing a white shirt, and I make enough money that I don’t feel the need to suck the wasted Belvedere out of my shirt . . . so no real damage done. But the entire crowd around us was like “wtf is wrong with that kid?!!!” A nice short girl gave me a napkin to dry off my face that, I have on good authority, did coordinate with my cute shirt.
My four friends and I immediately went into super-caveman mode to get some well deserved revenge, but the kid had wisely disappeared. We’re now glad we never found him . . . ultimately, we would have come to regret chopping his potato head into fries . . . and gay on gay violence is not exactly what Pride is all about.
While sitting around a table in the video bar, this boy starts pulling at the stool I’m sitting on, trying to take it away from me. My friends and I all look at him like “wtf are you doing”, but he just keeps trying to pull it away like we don’t even exist. Finally I said, “hey buddy, I’m sitting here.” He responds with a huff and roughly brushes by me, and we all comment on how kids just don’t respect their elders anymore.
Fast forward 30 minutes: We’re now standing in the same general area, and the kid again brushes by me and elbows me in the back. My friends and I are like “wow, wtf is up with him.” Mind you, we don’t really see him with any friends, he seems to be on a mission looking for someone or something, walking thru the crowd, in a cute blue shirt, that unfortunately didn’t really coordinate with his not-cute face.
Fast forward another 10 minutes: As we’re walking out of the video bar in a crowded hallway, he is entering and elbows me in the back AGAIN. Despite the crowd, somehow he is able to go into the video bar and come back out again in the time it takes the four of us to move like 10 feet, where this dude and I meet a 4th time. He is trying to push by me and my friends in the crowded hallway, when I put my arm up and say “hey buddy, what’s the rush? You still pissed off about the stool or something?” He then shoves me, grabs my top-shelf drink, tosses it all over me, and then bolts as fast as he can away from us into the crowd.
Luckily, I was drinking a clear drink and wearing a white shirt, and I make enough money that I don’t feel the need to suck the wasted Belvedere out of my shirt . . . so no real damage done. But the entire crowd around us was like “wtf is wrong with that kid?!!!” A nice short girl gave me a napkin to dry off my face that, I have on good authority, did coordinate with my cute shirt.
My four friends and I immediately went into super-caveman mode to get some well deserved revenge, but the kid had wisely disappeared. We’re now glad we never found him . . . ultimately, we would have come to regret chopping his potato head into fries . . . and gay on gay violence is not exactly what Pride is all about.
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