Barbarella wrote:
y'all I went to my friends bands show the other night in northern Kentucky and after that first sip of my drink I was like,
"this tastes like I'm going to get drunk and humiliate a stranger tonight"
and while that's exactly what happened, although I kinda just figured I'd get drunk and a bit sassy, I wasn't expecting to go full-force berating mode on a seemingly harmless yeehaw boy
I wasn't expecting a total stranger to make a lewd comment, grab me by the back of my neck and try to pull me towards him across a fucking table
(this kind of shit basically never happens to me, I'm literal man-repellant in bars and I like it that way)
And I made a scene yellin' at this man not to fuckin' touch me (dealing with it alone, but loud enough for it to be everyones problem), and gave him the full "what the actual fuck is wrong with you" full blown chew-out.
I basically transformed into full blown Miss Crumplebottom mode, fueled by tequila and pure rage.
he then became very helpful with helping the bands load in-and-out, avoiding me with his tail between his legs, and eventually left, completely missing his friends set who he came for.
so if you ever learn a single lesson from me
have that lesson be: Make a FUCKING SCENE
y'all I went to my friends bands show the other night in northern Kentucky and after that first sip of my drink I was like,
"this tastes like I'm going to get drunk and humiliate a stranger tonight"
and while that's exactly what happened, although I kinda just figured I'd get drunk and a bit sassy, I wasn't expecting to go full-force berating mode on a seemingly harmless yeehaw boy
I wasn't expecting a total stranger to make a lewd comment, grab me by the back of my neck and try to pull me towards him across a fucking table
(this kind of shit basically never happens to me, I'm literal man-repellant in bars and I like it that way)
And I made a scene yellin' at this man not to fuckin' touch me (dealing with it alone, but loud enough for it to be everyones problem), and gave him the full "what the actual fuck is wrong with you" full blown chew-out.
I basically transformed into full blown Miss Crumplebottom mode, fueled by tequila and pure rage.
he then became very helpful with helping the bands load in-and-out, avoiding me with his tail between his legs, and eventually left, completely missing his friends set who he came for.
so if you ever learn a single lesson from me
have that lesson be: Make a FUCKING SCENE