I guess we all grow up sometime. I don�t know exactly when my metamorphosis from irresponsible teenager and twenty something to responsible mother happened. I wish I could say it coincided with the birth of my daughter when I was 22. But that would be a lie. It took me some time to grow into being a mom.
But that is beside the point. At some point in time, I went from being the girl most likely to hit somebody to the girl least likely to resort to physical violence.
I think this is part of growing up.
However, after what happened to me and Lisa Saturday, it seems some people never go through that change.
Why do I think that?
Well, our old hang-out, Wood*y�s, advertised this huge bash for Saturday night because it was the last as Wood*y�s. They are closing their doors, undergoing huge renovations, and opening up in about a month under a new name.
Lisa and I looked forward to Saturday night all week.
On Saturday night, Lisa and I found a table, and got situated. We weren�t even there for 1 hour before some drunken redneck approached us. Even though he had a cold chance in hell, we were nice and we talked with him and his friend, �Mork�.
Well, instead of moving on when it was clear we weren�t interested and were just being nice, he started getting sort of aggressive with Lisa. �There�s a nice smell coming off of you� he told her, quite like an alien would say.
�Thanks,� She said. She smiled at him and then she turned around to say something to me.
�You�re going to dance with me. Promise you�re going to dance with me!� He told her. I piped up and lied, �Oh, her boyfriend is going to be here in an hour. I don�t think he would like it if he came in and saw��
He interrupted me by bellowing, �Who are you to speak up for her?�
I tried to explain:�Look, I didn�t mean to be rude, I�m just very vocal and she and I are very close...�
�You think you�re high and mighty. You�re judging me!�
�Um, no. That�s not true. I just..� I�m still trying to be nice here.
�You�re just trying to keep her from bettering herself.� This is about the time I lost my patience.
�Look, she doesn�t need to better herself. She�s got life pretty good right now...� and he would not shut the hell up!
Lisa told him repeatedly, as he got louder, that she was not interested and that he should just walk away, to which he replied, �I�ll walk wherever the hell I want to!� He was starting to scare me, and my sixth sense told me he might hit me.
Pig.
I told Lisa, �Go get a bouncer�. Luckily, one was walking our way and he ended up escorting old Slosh to another part of the bar.
By the time it was over, I was shaking. He�s damn lucky I wasn�t carrying tear gas or he would�ve gotten sprayed in the eye! I don�t put up with that crap.
Lisa and I sat at the table shaking our heads. We couldn�t believe it. We�d never been approached like that in the few years we had been coming there together!
Our new friend Cynthia showed up, so we spent some time talking to her. Lisa took a trip over to the bar, so I just sat and talked to Cynthia for a few minutes.
M.J., a friend of Lisa�s who�d she�d known off and on for years, came up and asked where Lisa was. She was off getting me a Long Island Iced Tea. I told him I�d tell her that he was looking for her. He wandered off.
I assumed he wanted to talk to her about the guy that punched our friend Will in the face a couple of months ago. The guy was up at Wood*y�s that night.
When Lisa got back, I told her M.J. was looking for her.
She left.
15 minutes later, I notice Lisa talking animatedly to M.J. She looked very upset!
Some butch looking chick, we�ll call her Butchy, had approached her on the dance floor and asked Lisa where she went with M.J. First of all, Lisa didn�t know the girl. She�d seen her but only talked to her once.
�We went outside for about 5 minutes, �She told the girl honestly. She still had no idea why the chick wanted to know. Well, the butch girl looked Lisa up and down, like she�s saying �You ho�, and strutted off.
Lisa had found M.J. and asked him what the deal was with the girl. All M.J. told Lisa was that the girl was real protective of him and he made a joke about if you ever try to get out of that group its hell. Never once did he say �that�s my girlfriend�, which would�ve explained a lot.
Lisa came back and told me what had happened. I notice Butchy looking over at us. I tried to stare back and give them something to look at. The butch girl�s friend, a skanky looking chick, came over with Butchy and said, �Did you go outside with M.J.?� Lisa was honest and said �yes, for about 5 minutes� and explained what they went outside to talk about.
Then the curly headed skank said, �Are you doing him?� She used other very vulgar words instead of those. I was like, �Who the hell are you to talk to her like that?� I had about had enough.
Then Butchy jumped in and said, �What the hell are you doing outside with my man?�
Lisa was shocked. M.J. had never told her he had a girlfriend, and she even told the girl if she�d known he had a GF she�d never have went outside with him at all.
Lisa also explained that she was happily married and not interested in M.J. that way. Too bad Butchy never really heard what Lisa was saying because she was too busy injecting her white trash mentality into the conversation. It was all about how men are dogs and M.J. cheats on her and he can�t be trusted and that he always hits on other women.
�Then why the hell do you stay with him? �Lisa asked her. Butchy didn�t respond. She basically spent 15 minutes making a big spectacle of herself so that everybody could see how tough she is. I wasn�t impressed.
Lisa explained over and over that she did not mean anything by what happened. It was all very innocent. Lisa had always felt that M.J. was her friend and she wanted nothing more.
At one point, my purse was directly in front of Butchy and I moved it. Not because I wanted to clear her view so she could talk to Lisa. No, my rage was starting to build up and if she was going to do anything to Lisa I was going to dot her eye.
I�m not violent, but I was thinking about it. With all the stuff I have going on right now, and the rage I feel, if someone attacked Lisa there�d be a full on girl fight. Unlike Butchy though, I can restrain myself. And I did. That would make me a grown-up. Butchy is in her late thirties or even early forties and she wants to fight over a guy?
Wow, she is in a state of desperation. We should all feel sorry for her. She must not be able to do any better.
I really felt Butchy was building up to some violence towards Lisa. She was ready to kick Lisa�s butt over M. J. A guy who�s not all that and is missing some teeth and had a few gold teeth too. We liked his personality although we�d never date him. Not because he�s black, but because he�s a huge flirt. He moves from girl to girl to girl.
Butchy finally left, but she strutted off like she was all that. If you look at her, you�d think she was a full on butch lesbian. Masculine clothes, didn�t wear a bra, no make-up, short spiky haircut and has a deep masculine voice.
She doesn�t look like the type to date men, which is why Lisa was even more confused when Butchy approached her.
I told Lisa that one day, Butchy was going to try to intimidate someone who�d end up kicking her butt. She�s going to run across someone one day that wouldn�t take her crap.
Oh, the kicker? Butch�s real boyfriend is in the penitentiary. She and M.J. date off and on. He is not really �her man� at all.
Typical white trash hoosiers. Yes, M.J. is black, but he hangs out with white trash.
I told Lisa, that�s all that�s up there anymore. Hillbilly Rednecks and White trash.
I�m so done with that place.
After that, my nerves were shot. We ended up leaving at 11:30. Lisa was so upset. I had to tell the girl that she did nothing wrong. M.J. was in the wrong for not telling Lisa he was up there with somebody!
And Butchy was in the wrong for putting up with him being a player and not telling people he had a woman! And for threatening violence towards someone who didn�t deserve it. That skank.
I told Lisa, if I ever go in Wood*y�s again, it�s going to be with me having a bottle of mace in my bra. I don�t need that crap. If anybody starts any crap, I�ll mace them.
That�ll show em.
9:14 am - August 16, 2005
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