The Orbit Room: or how I broke two ribs. (565 hits)
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Submitted by earth_collapse (View user info) at 2007-06-17 01:52:20 EDT
It was a weekend, and a little cold for spring, because I remember I wore a heavy jacket that night. It actually snowed - a kind of slush really, because it wasn't freezing. But it was still cold, and the wind from off the lake made the wind even colder.
John told me that there was this new bar opening in Evanston, and that he had been invited to the grand opening - a kind of pseudo-exclusive party being held for the owners, though no one really knew anyone else because everyone was a friend of a friend of one of the owners.
It was called the Orbit Room, and though I didn't really feel like going out, especially since I just gone through a somewhat traumatic break, I agreed on the condition that he pick me up, and drive me home. It was kind of a stupid term, because John wasn't really known for his ability to hold liquor. But he agreed, and I guess I felt somewhat satisfied with the concession, being that I would have much rather just stayed home and watched HBO, or jerk-off in self-pity - at least now I wouldn't feel so pathetic.
But he showed up in his ugly Jeep and we were on our way to the Orbit Room for a refreshing night of music and cheer - even though I wasn't in the mood, and had a feeling I wouldn't be the entire night.
Things started out kind of slow, people were just beginning to show and the DJ was still setting up. The bar smelled like paint thinner, but that didn't stop me from ordering a double-scotch that I downed in just a few minutes. Though it burned my throat, it was soothing, like cough medicine.
John was walking around, shaking hands with people who were aimlessly inspecting the new bar, commenting on the décor and other stupid dialogue on the topic of interior design. Though I wasn't interested, I listened anyway, and I ordered another double scotch, neat. My stomach gurgled, and while I had eaten tacobell a few hours before, the liquor wasn't settling right, but I didn't care.
So by midnight the party was in full-throttle, people are dancing, the music is loud and obnoxious and the more people smile, the more I feel alienated and alone. So I drank more, and occasionally John would come over to the bar and stand next to me for a few moments, saying shit like, "Just wanted to check up on you." But really just coming over to order a drink. I knew I was depressing to be around, and though I didn't want to be a complete drag, I couldn't help it - I just wasn't in the mood. This just wasn't my night and all I really wanted was my bed, my remote and tissue to cum into.
While John was dancing, more like wailing around making an ass of himself center-stage, pissing everyone off, I began to feel the buzz of the three or four scotches, and I started to take it a little easy, but I was starting to feel a little better. My stomach was beginning to calm, and the music, though still obnoxious, wasn't too bad. The DJ was decent, I thought, and I went to the restroom and took a piss.
When I came out, there was a crowd of people standing near my stool at the bar. Getting closer, I began to hear arguing between two people, even though the music made it almost incomprehensible. It wasn't until I was a few feet away that I realized John was one of the two, and he had done something to piss off a rather large and angry bouncer.
John was drunk - no, he was wasted - he was yelling obscenities and pointing his inebriated finger in the bouncer's face, saying how he'd "kick his ass" and whatever other retarded bullshit drunk people like to say when they get into these kinds of situations.
I cut in, tried to mediate this whole thing like a good friend, and a good patron. But the bouncer was beyond upset, he was becoming hostile, and John continued provoking him, even while I separated them with my body. I wondered what happened - probably felt some girl up, or knocked something over, or did something dumb that only drunks do.
I was saying "shhh, calm down, just calm down," and John was saying, "No, fuck you, and fuck him, and fuck this..." and then he pushed me, and losing my balance, fell into the bouncer. The back of my head knocked into the bouncer's nose, breaking it. Though it did hurt even with my buzz, I realized it probably hurt a lot more for the bouncer. John looked down at me as I lay on the ground, unsure as to what exactly just happened when drops of blood from the bouncer's nose fell onto my face.
I knew this was bad - really bad.
Suddenly everyone in the party began to rush John and myself, even as I lay on the ground, clutching the back of my head. I felt a couple blows - kicks to my side and my back, and John was flailing his arms at three attackers.
I started screaming something, it had to have been, "Stop, this is just a misunderstanding." Or something similar, but of course no one heard me, or wanted to hear me.
The blows continued to strike my body as I still covered my head with my arms, hoping they'd be kind enough to not kick my head in. John picked up a bar stool, and like out of a movie, started swinging it around. Strangely, this worked, people backed up a little, allowing my bruised body a rest from the beating. I slowly stood up, clutching my stomach.
John was screaming still over the music, a strange blood lust in his eye that I had never seen before. He grabbed my shoulder, and threw me towards the exit. He swung the barstool at another attacker, and I managed to make it out to the sidewalk. Snow was falling pretty heavy and I began feeling extremely nauseous. John followed, and threw the bar stool through the door as he exited. He grabbed my shirt and started running towards his jeep as an onslaught of angry partiers followed.
We made it to the car and though the windshield was covered with snow, he started the engine and we were driving, swerving through the fresh slush, weaving in and out of our lane, barely missing on-coming traffic.
I began to vomit brown scotch and the half-digested taco-bell and John kept saying, "Did you see that shit? Fucking barstool. Did you see that shit, man?" and all I could do was look up and see his maniacal, smug, drunken face and say, "Yeah, I saw that shit, man."
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Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2007-06-29 17:52:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This +2 is for this http://www.ubersite.com/m/109723#2458025 comment.
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2007-06-18 14:38:17 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Fatterrific (user info) at 2007-06-18 07:02:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Progr3ss (user info) at 2007-06-17 00:08:08 PDT (#)
Ranking: 1
+2 for being in a bar fight
-1 for telling me that it was cold three times in the first three sentences.
Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2007-06-18 01:14:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
beeb has a point.
Submitted by hot_pocket (user info) at 2007-06-18 00:49:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2007-06-17 19:11:54 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-17 11:27:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2007-06-17 05:47:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
didn't like the start at all, but the end was great
Submitted by particle_man58 (user info) at 2007-06-17 05:26:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That fuckin sucks dude. Thats the reason there's only one bar on the planet I'll set foot into.
Submitted by Progr3ss (user info) at 2007-06-17 03:08:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
+2 for being in a bar fight
-1 for telling me that it was cold three times in the first three sentences.
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2007-06-17 02:41:34 EDT (#)
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FUCK YO RIBS U PANSY
TUFFEN UP
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-06-17 02:06:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate Ted Nugent as much as the next rational human being, but that \"Stranglehold\" is one helluva song.
I\'ll read it tomorrow.