The Drunken Blog

I’m a fan of avoiding physical confrontations, I mean, why fight if you can make the guy look like a douche by talking to him without him realizing it? That’s a victory in my book. However, there are some people that I won’t even do that to. The guy at BWU last night was one of those guys.

You don’t really need to know much of the background for this story, but here’s the setup. I am standing near the entrance with my friends drinking beer. The girls we are with decided they want a picture with “Arms.” This is one of the bouncers, and while I don’t think his name was actually Arms, it might as well have been. He’s the type of guy that has biceps as big as your entire head. So the girls try a self portrait (i.e., one of the girls in the picture holds out the camera to try and snap herself and everybody else in the pic), they are not satisfied. I offer to take the picture.

I should probably note that Arms didn’t particularly look like he wanted to be photographed, but he did enjoy the attention from our cute friends. I could tell his mind was torn – should he avoid the picture, or flirt with the girls? Apparently I took the picture pretty quickly and without warning, meaning that Arms was not ready to avoid having his picture taken. I guess he didn’t like that, but I didn’t realize anything. As far as I was concerned, I was an awesome enough photographer to work in the DMV.

So Arms eventually meanders away, I mean, he does work there, so he probably had to do some work related stuff. My friends and I continue to stand in the same place and we continue to drink. Then about 15 minutes later Arms walks by and he whispers “asshole” to me. I have to say, this was a pretty frightening occurrence, here is a guy that is so big that if there were two of me – one standing directly in front of the other, he would still be thicker than the two of me combined. And this isn’t him being fat, either. It’s just him being a big mother fucker.

Luckily, much like the time I was almost beat up at Oktoberfest (I’m sure I’ll eventually write about that, too) I was too intoxicated to realize that there might be an actual threat here. Which, as it turns out was the case – I think. I’m still not sure if he was serious, but he said it a little louder than he thought and everybody else in my group noticed, so he played it off like he was kidding, or if he was actually just kidding. I personally think that guys that are that big aren’t particularly known for their sense of humor.

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