A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Vassarites Attack
After the half pitcher of margaritas and big plate of food I consumed, I was happy to go home and continue my strict regimen of job searching (and getting scared) and television watching. Unfortunately just as I began to settle back in (or maybe I should say fortunately) my phone rang. It was a Vassarite who was hanging out with another Vassarite, waiting for two more Vassarites (and one non-Vassarite) at Nick's Uptown Bar. I had a choice between staying in and going out. I went out because I wanted to see these guys and to not go out would be to strengthen my overwhelming feeling of hermititude. It was a bunch of fun. Free cigarettes were gotten and drinks were drunken. But this other thing happened too. Vassarite in green and I went to the bar to get a drink. It was crowded. I'm talking to him when suddenly I feel someone pinch my ass. This is not all right with me, so I turn around. Some thick-necked, stupid-hair cut dude is sitting on a stool looking at me like I'm confused. Then he points to the girl on the other side of him and says she did it. I ask why. They say because I was sitting in the dude's lap. This is not true. Even if it was true, I would think the better way to deal with it would be to ask me to move not have a girl pinch my ass...the logic being why would I be mad if a girl did it. I was mad, however, and yet they continued acting as if I was crazy. But I'm not crazy. It's simply not all right for any person I don't know (and in some cases even if I do know them) to pinch my ass, or any other part of my body. Is this too much to ask? Have the rules of bars changed so much since I stopped going to them all the time? I think not.
Labels:
Bar,
Out and About,
Rumination
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