muse25

Last night.

I'll name it....Brass Monkey night....

and this is why..........

So last night todd and I head over to a bar to celebrate the eve of my boy Brians birthday. It was just a hole in the wall bar...but we had a GREAT time. Drinking, laughter, pool.....it was fun. Absolutely no drama. Just good people having a splendid time.

Just before 1am...Todd and I decide to head back home....since home is a 45 minute drive. Just before leaving providence....we stopped at a gas station for bottled water. Upon walking in.....two guys that were sitting in their car tried to get my attention.....

They thought I was cute ........ its a curse.

Well. This is where it gets interesting.....very quickly.

Todd shot these guys a dirty look...and hence the man on man staredown begins. Each challenging the other with a staring contest.

Meanwhile....Im torn between getting Nacho's....or salt and vinager chips.

As we were standing at the checkout.....a HUGE 280 pound 6 foot 4 drunk guy comes in. His eyes were so bloodshot that it looked like someone snapped him in his open eye with a ruler.

Then the man monkey....all muscle no brain....yells....

"WHAT YOU STARING AT!!!!!!!!!" "WHY YOU STARING AT ME FOOL!!!!"

.....and he reaches in his pocket...and puts on brass knuckles.



Todd screams back....'YOUR STARING AT MY GURL!! SHOW SOME RESPECT! SHE's WITH ME!!!! YOUD DO THE SAME THING!"

I get in the middle of them and tell the kid to put away the brass knuckles....and I talk him down...saying how silly it was and it was all a misunderstanding. He could do 20 years for hitting someone with those....over nothing!!!

Todd is all puffed up....Brass monkey is all puffed up....

and I stood my ground in the middle....bracing to get hit in the crossfire......

.....and then......nothing.

Brass monkey says....."Im drunk!!" (and staggers a bit)

Todd says..."Dude...you would stare if someone tried calling over your gurl in front of you."

and they both turned their backs from each other....and it ended. Just like that.

Now as for me....having a pair for brass knuckles inches from my nose....made me realize........

Nachos were better.

So I got my chips and water. Todd got his water. And I waved goodbye to Brass Monkey as we walked past his car....like we were old friends.


the moral for this story......?

There is none. Some drunk guy wanted to crush Todds skull....for looking at him. What is wrong with people today. They feel like they have to defend themselves to the fullest extreme. Over nothing.

....and just think about the damage those brass knuckles would have done to my chips......
he would have broke half the damn bag.

bye for now