Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Holy. Crap.
I refuse to be a part of the bar scene. I mean it this time!
Tonight I went out for dinner with a friend of mine (JUST a friend) and we ended up meeting two of his friends at a pub. Now, I'm pretty friendly, but I'm also a cautious kind of gal.
The girls we met up with? One of them was super adorable and awesome. The other? Super mean sarcastic and way too rough around the edges. Two guys sat down across from us and started chatting up the bartender. Apparently they were in town from traveling, and I made a few side comments as interjections, gaining smiles and nods.
She stared hating on them, making comments that were crass and rude. Finally the one guy explodes. Says he's going to smash my friend's head into the wall. I pull out the little girl confused scene and he calms down. I thank God for my training as an actor for that exact moment. I was truly worried someone was going to be killed.
The guy calms and apologizes profusely, finding he knows an ex of mine from Belfast, and we have gun knowledge in common. The girl he screamed at and called evil? Now she wants to chat him up. She is "on the make". She leaves to smoke, he follows. I worry.
We (my friend, his female friend and I) get up to leave and say goodbye to the other guy. As we achieve outdoors, we see this girl with red eyes and sitting on a wall whining on about how sorry she is for being mean and abrasive. Her friend goes to hug her, and she falls to the ground. This girl is so drunk she fell to the ground. Do you have any idea the amount of anger I harbored at this woman leaving her drunk friend with a 40 year old HIT MAN?!? That's right, you read right. Hit man. Not because he said so. Not because he joked so. But I'm not an idiot, and I know a man's profession when I hear him talk about guns lovingly and flip out like a crazy man then get into sleeping with a crying woman who is so drunk she can't stand.
I'll be honest. I'll be surprised if she comes out of THAT night without a scratch. If anyone I know ever tries to pull that on me? Rest assured you'll be knocked out in the backseat of my car if I have to punch your lights out myself. Too much bad stuff goes on these days.
Sorry for rambling, reader! But this night was one for the books.
Tonight I went out for dinner with a friend of mine (JUST a friend) and we ended up meeting two of his friends at a pub. Now, I'm pretty friendly, but I'm also a cautious kind of gal.
The girls we met up with? One of them was super adorable and awesome. The other? Super mean sarcastic and way too rough around the edges. Two guys sat down across from us and started chatting up the bartender. Apparently they were in town from traveling, and I made a few side comments as interjections, gaining smiles and nods.
She stared hating on them, making comments that were crass and rude. Finally the one guy explodes. Says he's going to smash my friend's head into the wall. I pull out the little girl confused scene and he calms down. I thank God for my training as an actor for that exact moment. I was truly worried someone was going to be killed.
The guy calms and apologizes profusely, finding he knows an ex of mine from Belfast, and we have gun knowledge in common. The girl he screamed at and called evil? Now she wants to chat him up. She is "on the make". She leaves to smoke, he follows. I worry.
We (my friend, his female friend and I) get up to leave and say goodbye to the other guy. As we achieve outdoors, we see this girl with red eyes and sitting on a wall whining on about how sorry she is for being mean and abrasive. Her friend goes to hug her, and she falls to the ground. This girl is so drunk she fell to the ground. Do you have any idea the amount of anger I harbored at this woman leaving her drunk friend with a 40 year old HIT MAN?!? That's right, you read right. Hit man. Not because he said so. Not because he joked so. But I'm not an idiot, and I know a man's profession when I hear him talk about guns lovingly and flip out like a crazy man then get into sleeping with a crying woman who is so drunk she can't stand.
I'll be honest. I'll be surprised if she comes out of THAT night without a scratch. If anyone I know ever tries to pull that on me? Rest assured you'll be knocked out in the backseat of my car if I have to punch your lights out myself. Too much bad stuff goes on these days.
Sorry for rambling, reader! But this night was one for the books.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
New series!
Alrighty, non-exsistent readers!
Today is the start of something new. Due to the importance of keeping a record (i.e. diary) of my progress of my independent study, and my inability to stay off the interweb for more than a few hours at a time (see pathological compulsive internet disorder), I figured the best idea would be to force myself into blogging on this long ignored spot (get it? blog... spot... I know. You hate me.). It'll be under the new blog entitled "Historical costuming for the strong willed".
So. I shall update you on my goings, including pictures, links, and all the other jazz that shall be included in my presentation at ACTF's this upcoming Winter session (or so I can hope for!)
Love you all,
Hugs and kisses,
Stabs and shanks, (wait... what?!)
Me.
Today is the start of something new. Due to the importance of keeping a record (i.e. diary) of my progress of my independent study, and my inability to stay off the interweb for more than a few hours at a time (see pathological compulsive internet disorder), I figured the best idea would be to force myself into blogging on this long ignored spot (get it? blog... spot... I know. You hate me.). It'll be under the new blog entitled "Historical costuming for the strong willed".
So. I shall update you on my goings, including pictures, links, and all the other jazz that shall be included in my presentation at ACTF's this upcoming Winter session (or so I can hope for!)
Love you all,
Hugs and kisses,
Stabs and shanks, (wait... what?!)
Me.
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