Illness & a Bar Fight: My New Year's Eve
Knowing full well that I am allergic to avocados, I decided to eat some guacamole anyway. It was on new year's eve and I had not had a bite to eat all day long. I shortly thereafter regretted my lapse in judgement. My mother had called to let us know that she got some champagne for us, so we stopped by her house to grab it and this is when I made the mistake of eating the guacamole. As soon as I got home, it hit me. I started swelling up and wished that I could just shove my arm down my throat to scratch my insides. To make matters worse, I scarfed down a small bowl of chilli and a coke along with that guacamole, and it gave me the most severe heart burn I have ever had. So I am taking a shower to get ready to go out for the night, and I feel like death... I stick my head out of the bathroom door and have the following conversation with my wife....
me: "Babe, can you do me a big favor"? (I sound very sick, just for the record)
her: "Oh yeah baby, just how big is it"?
her: "Let me see it, I will take care of that big problem for you"
me: "No, I really need you to do me a favor"
her: "Of course honey, I would love to help you out"
She then proceeds to grab my crotch...... (she has this surprised look on her face, like what the fuck??)
me: "will you go to the store and get me some rolaids"
her: "oh"
So apparently, when it comes down to life or sex.... I would choose to live. Who would have thought???
It took me about an hour of lying in bed to recover enough for us to go out and celebrate new year's eve. We headed out the door and went to Polk street to meet our friends, and we ended up at Burberries. Amy's sister was there with her boyfriend, which was awkward since she just dumped our friend Hector, whom we were with. So we all headed to the lower level, while her sister stayed upstairs. We were all drinking and playing pool and just having a good ole time. Several of the guys that we were with, including Hector, are mexican. This plays in important role in the story here shortly. Anyway, midnight had come and gone, and around 1am, this fat guy comes by and knocks Hector's full beer off of the pool table and just keeps walking. I had even said something to the guy, but he either ignored me or just didn't hear me, so I informed Hector of who the culprit was. Hector later saw the guy walking back and approached him about the beer. The guy apologized and Hector told him not to worry about it. That fat son of a bitch then went over to his friends and they are started talking shit amongst themselves. After about a half hour of this another of our friends went and approached them, so of course we all followed behind him. They clearly stated that they did not want to fight and that there were no problems. We all started walking away and turned around just in time see our pal Mac throwing a punch... Apparently one of them grabbed his wife. So the fight was on... there were five of us and ten of them. Fortunately only three of them wanted to fight, while the other seven where trying to keep us all separated. Those three guys took their shirts off to show us their KKK and swastika tattoos that they had all over their bodies. They also proceeded to break beer bottles and cue sticks to use as weapons. They informed us (bragged) that two of them had just gotten out of prison and were ready to fight. All my pals informed them that they were marines and ready to go as well. Our wives, being the typical hysterical drunk women that drunk women can be, jumped right into the middle of it all. Rachel trying to stop the fight, and my wife trying to provoke it even more. Unfortunately, my wife started talking shit to the biggest son of a bitch in the building. Seriously he was massive and stood about six feet five inches. He was obviously pissed off at her because it was her that he was trying to get to, not any of us guys. After trying to throw some punches at my wife, he was able to grab her and threw her onto the pool table. Obviously the extensive training that our black belt friend had given her was useless. At this point one of the beast's sober friends picked her up and carried her away. I thanked that guy for this later. Mac and I were both able to get through the people seperating us and pushed this huge guy at the same time.... He barely budged, so I was thinking "this is great". By now the whole bar was in the lower room watching the event, and the bartender got hit in the head with a cue stick meant for me and mac. He ran to call the police. I am not sure what was happening with my other buddies, as they were trying to make it to the other two guys. All I know is they were being held back by a lot of people. So eventually the sober friends of these three pricks were able to drag them outside of the bar, and then came back to apologize profusely to us. Turns out the police arrested those three outside. We went back to playing pool and drinking until the bar closed. The police stayed for the rest of the night and escorted people who were leaving to their cars. So that was my night. One of the funnest new years I have had in awhile. Here is a picture of a couple of us toasting right after midnight. There are pictures on myspace.
me: "Babe, can you do me a big favor"? (I sound very sick, just for the record)
her: "Oh yeah baby, just how big is it"?
her: "Let me see it, I will take care of that big problem for you"
me: "No, I really need you to do me a favor"
her: "Of course honey, I would love to help you out"
She then proceeds to grab my crotch...... (she has this surprised look on her face, like what the fuck??)
me: "will you go to the store and get me some rolaids"
her: "oh"
So apparently, when it comes down to life or sex.... I would choose to live. Who would have thought???
It took me about an hour of lying in bed to recover enough for us to go out and celebrate new year's eve. We headed out the door and went to Polk street to meet our friends, and we ended up at Burberries. Amy's sister was there with her boyfriend, which was awkward since she just dumped our friend Hector, whom we were with. So we all headed to the lower level, while her sister stayed upstairs. We were all drinking and playing pool and just having a good ole time. Several of the guys that we were with, including Hector, are mexican. This plays in important role in the story here shortly. Anyway, midnight had come and gone, and around 1am, this fat guy comes by and knocks Hector's full beer off of the pool table and just keeps walking. I had even said something to the guy, but he either ignored me or just didn't hear me, so I informed Hector of who the culprit was. Hector later saw the guy walking back and approached him about the beer. The guy apologized and Hector told him not to worry about it. That fat son of a bitch then went over to his friends and they are started talking shit amongst themselves. After about a half hour of this another of our friends went and approached them, so of course we all followed behind him. They clearly stated that they did not want to fight and that there were no problems. We all started walking away and turned around just in time see our pal Mac throwing a punch... Apparently one of them grabbed his wife. So the fight was on... there were five of us and ten of them. Fortunately only three of them wanted to fight, while the other seven where trying to keep us all separated. Those three guys took their shirts off to show us their KKK and swastika tattoos that they had all over their bodies. They also proceeded to break beer bottles and cue sticks to use as weapons. They informed us (bragged) that two of them had just gotten out of prison and were ready to fight. All my pals informed them that they were marines and ready to go as well. Our wives, being the typical hysterical drunk women that drunk women can be, jumped right into the middle of it all. Rachel trying to stop the fight, and my wife trying to provoke it even more. Unfortunately, my wife started talking shit to the biggest son of a bitch in the building. Seriously he was massive and stood about six feet five inches. He was obviously pissed off at her because it was her that he was trying to get to, not any of us guys. After trying to throw some punches at my wife, he was able to grab her and threw her onto the pool table. Obviously the extensive training that our black belt friend had given her was useless. At this point one of the beast's sober friends picked her up and carried her away. I thanked that guy for this later. Mac and I were both able to get through the people seperating us and pushed this huge guy at the same time.... He barely budged, so I was thinking "this is great". By now the whole bar was in the lower room watching the event, and the bartender got hit in the head with a cue stick meant for me and mac. He ran to call the police. I am not sure what was happening with my other buddies, as they were trying to make it to the other two guys. All I know is they were being held back by a lot of people. So eventually the sober friends of these three pricks were able to drag them outside of the bar, and then came back to apologize profusely to us. Turns out the police arrested those three outside. We went back to playing pool and drinking until the bar closed. The police stayed for the rest of the night and escorted people who were leaving to their cars. So that was my night. One of the funnest new years I have had in awhile. Here is a picture of a couple of us toasting right after midnight. There are pictures on myspace.
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