Monday, October 25, 2010

The Bar

Yesterday I was reminiscing about the days when I used to go to the bar with my friends.  I wasn't the popular little blonde who was constantly bombarded with male attention and free drinks, so it gave me plenty of time to observe the drama, which usually commenced around 1am when most people were suitably drunk.

Oh, the actors in this drama changed regularly, but the stories were always the same.  There was the intoxicated, overweight university student sitting in the corner who became loud and obnoxious as the evening wore on.  He usually had an 'I'm-a-first-year-philosophy-student' beard,  and drank beer right out of the jug.  He would be egged on by his friends to perform some ridiculous antic like dancing on the table with his shirt pulled up over his ample man-boobs, and would invariably spill his drink on some unsuspecting girl.

Then there was the girl throwing up in the bathroom.  Two of her friends would be in there as well, knocking on the stall door and demanding to be let in so that she didn't inhale her own vomit and die.  She never did, and would eventually emerge with mascara down to her chin, bits of yesterday's supper clinging to her hair,  and would then attempt to apply lipstick in the mirror so that she could go back out and finally talk to the guy that had been eyeing her up all night. 

Finally, there were the inevitable hook-ups at the end of the night, and much like a National Geographic documentary, some of these would be fraught with danger.  Usually it ended up with two males fighting outside the bar at closing time, because one guy had spoken to the other guy's girlfriend.  I don't know if you've ever seen birds of paradise, but these guys were much the same, puffing up their chests, breathing deeply, snorting, yelling, and circling each other in a kind of territorial dance for dominance.  Then the punches would fly, and the girl at the center of the argument would try to break up the fight but end up crying in the arms of another man at the periphery. 

It was all quite fun to watch, even though after a few times, it was a bit like watching late night reruns of your favourite show. 

I'll leave you with a video I found on exercise and public drunkenness.  Some things never change.



Until next time,

11 comments:

  1. Totally amazing Tracey. I would like to say things have changed but alas,,, it hasnt. I dont go to the bar often but on the rare night I gather with friends to try and have a goodtime I can honestly say the bar drama continues. Might be a good reality tv show for someone to come up with. They have tried everything else :)

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  2. Thanks! I'll have to make an appearance at the bar again one of these days to see the same old stories - except now there's text messaging and cell phones which could make for even more intense drama!

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  3. Ah those were the days.

    The girl throwing up would also have a concerned friend holding her hair out of the way. Then there'd be the tearful "he's just not worth it" conversation.

    Fun times but I'm happy to have moved on!

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  4. I didn’t realize drinking was so good for you. Certainly doesn’t feel like it in the morning though, does it?
    The enigmatic, masked blogger

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  5. I think hangovers are a result of all that intense exercise, which is why we feel so dreadful the next day. I'm happy to have moved on as well!

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  6. Hi Tracey,
    Thanks for that stroll, or should that be 'stagger' down my own memory lane. Of course I can't really remember where the lane is, because my um..memory of those nights is not completely clear.
    Thanks for this. I'm off for a bit of exercise. And no, it doesn't have anything to do with jogging like an idiot with some girl sitting on my shoulders, I do not know, from the beer parlour I don't remember going into, but vaguely recall the bouncer was not amused.
    Have a good day, eh :-)

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  7. Good point on the girl the guys fought over. I never ever saw two guys get into a fight and the girl leave with the winner.

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  8. Isn't that the truth! The girl eventually ended up leaving with her friends in tears....unless she was sitting on your shoulders, Gary!!

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  9. Greetings Tracey,
    Oh, by the way, milk, no sugar, in my coffee. Thank you.
    Whoops! Why am I here? Oh yeah, when you have a moment away from your adoring fans, would you be so kind as to come and get the award I have bestowed upon your good self.
    Take it easy, Gary :-)

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  10. Oh gosh....I'm a dreadful blogger....I shall skedaddle over there ASAP

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  11. Great blog structure.

    I would love to follow your beautiful blog! <3 maybe we can follow each other?



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