Two Days, Multiple Beatings
Dec. 30th, 2007 02:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqFriday, after archery, a bunch of us went to the nearby pub. I got there first (I just wanted to get the hell out of there) and grabbed us our usual table.
Where we sit is along a long row of tables against the wall farthest from the windows. This allows us to have anywhere from 4 to 20 people and it's about as quiet as you can get in the pub without grabbing one of the nooks in back. As we neither care about the jukebox or the hockey game, it's ideal.
On the other side of the bar is the corner where the VLTs and pool tables are. There's generally a crowd there.
The pub was about as sparse as I've ever seen it. There were about six people near the VLTs: Three guys at a table and three girls playing video games. A couple was near the fireplace quietly enjoying each other's company.
Suddenly, one of the guys leans forward and pops the guy opposite him right in the mouth. Some harsh language is exchanged so the guy stands up and nails him again, knocking him backwards onto the floor. In a flash, the aggressor is standing over him, ready willing and able to start putting the boots to the guy lying prone. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but from the gist I gathered that the one guy had verbally crossed a line, so the other guy had to hit him.
The small amount of staff told them to get lost and after about a half an hour of farting around they finally did. By this time the rest of the archers showed up. I got to related this to them. The waitress came by and gave us a few more details of how charming this bunch was. Seems they had been drinking nonstop since about 5 (it was 9:30 when we wandered in), ran up a bill of over $600 and when it was time to go (this was before their little floor show) tipped the server $17.
$17 on a $600 bill. Fucking go back to the Cecil if you can't behave around civilized folk. It's not like they got shitty service. The staff at this joint have always been above board to us.
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thebrucie's birthday party. He had invited a bunch of people to play pool at Stix billiards, which we've been going to semi-regularly for the last couple of months. Unfortunately tonight was the Ultimate Fighting Championships. So we had to pay a $10 cover charge for the privilege of listening to a bunch of yahoos cheering as jail-tattooed Neanderthals beat each other to a bloody pulp. Everytime I caught it on the screen I started to feel disgusted.
I also got to lose at pool. A lot. Damn Walters clan and their superior hand-eye coordination. Oh well, it was for Bruce, so I got to enjoy that at least.
I'll be avoiding bars tomorrow - I don't want this unsettling trend of witnessing violence to continue.
Where we sit is along a long row of tables against the wall farthest from the windows. This allows us to have anywhere from 4 to 20 people and it's about as quiet as you can get in the pub without grabbing one of the nooks in back. As we neither care about the jukebox or the hockey game, it's ideal.
On the other side of the bar is the corner where the VLTs and pool tables are. There's generally a crowd there.
The pub was about as sparse as I've ever seen it. There were about six people near the VLTs: Three guys at a table and three girls playing video games. A couple was near the fireplace quietly enjoying each other's company.
Suddenly, one of the guys leans forward and pops the guy opposite him right in the mouth. Some harsh language is exchanged so the guy stands up and nails him again, knocking him backwards onto the floor. In a flash, the aggressor is standing over him, ready willing and able to start putting the boots to the guy lying prone. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but from the gist I gathered that the one guy had verbally crossed a line, so the other guy had to hit him.
The small amount of staff told them to get lost and after about a half an hour of farting around they finally did. By this time the rest of the archers showed up. I got to related this to them. The waitress came by and gave us a few more details of how charming this bunch was. Seems they had been drinking nonstop since about 5 (it was 9:30 when we wandered in), ran up a bill of over $600 and when it was time to go (this was before their little floor show) tipped the server $17.
$17 on a $600 bill. Fucking go back to the Cecil if you can't behave around civilized folk. It's not like they got shitty service. The staff at this joint have always been above board to us.
Today I went to
thebrucie's birthday party. He had invited a bunch of people to play pool at Stix billiards, which we've been going to semi-regularly for the last couple of months. Unfortunately tonight was the Ultimate Fighting Championships. So we had to pay a $10 cover charge for the privilege of listening to a bunch of yahoos cheering as jail-tattooed Neanderthals beat each other to a bloody pulp. Everytime I caught it on the screen I started to feel disgusted.I also got to lose at pool. A lot. Damn Walters clan and their superior hand-eye coordination. Oh well, it was for Bruce, so I got to enjoy that at least.
I'll be avoiding bars tomorrow - I don't want this unsettling trend of witnessing violence to continue.
