Brenna's Bar Brawl

A popular question these past few days, from non-people-who-just-matched people has been "Did you go out and celebrate?" My answer: a guarded yes. I couldn't give details, because I had to do some fact-gathering.

Well, okay, I didn't really have to 'gather facts' - I was there, after all. But I just confirmed yesterday that I did, in fact, start a bar brawl.

Only... it wasn't so much a bar as a Pizza place.

And... it wasn't so much a brawl as people yelling at each other across the street in Spanish, while twelve girls chanted 'get out!' and the cops looked on.

Hee-hee-hee!

What happened was this (This is totally like a flashback story, no? I describe the climax, and then go back to why it happened! Totally like Alias. I am Sidney Bristow. Minus the secret-spy skillz. And maybe I should say I am J.J. Abrams. Minus the actually good-story-telling-ability skillz.):

There was a school sponsored Match Day party at a very nice club in down town Winston. I went, I ate, I danced, I had fun, and I had some wine. Not too much. Just enough.

Then I was all set to go home.

Except that someone said, "We're going to Local Bar!" and I said "Awesome!" I don't think I actually said 'awesome' (though I often do), I more likely said "Okay!" with the awesome-ness implied. Practicing my subtlety skillz.

At Local Bar, I had just one beer. Responsible Brenna. And then, at last call, Ihadatequilashotbecausesomeoneboughtaroundforthewholetable.

Then, I was all set to go home.

Except that someone said, "Let's go get pizza at Local Late Night Pizza Place!" and I said "Awesome!" No more subtlety skillz by then. I totally said 'awesome.' And I might have bounced. Just a little. Because, MMMMmmmm Pizza.

So, we trudged up to LLNPP, and lo and behold! ran into some other just-Matched classmates. There was the Spanish-Speaking Classmate, the Inebriated Classmate, and the Looking On Bemusedly Classmate.

IC had apparently insulted two tables full of young drunk girls. I don't know what he did, but it involved the word 'fat.' So, there were already twelve or so girls yelling at IC. SSC and LOBC were just... looking on bemusedly.

We got our pizza, and joined our friends, at a booth across the aisle from them. Then... I threw a napkin at someone in the other booth. Because, you know, there are times that napkins should just be thrown. Except that my throwing-at-a-target skillz are... not great. And I missed. And I hit someone in a booth on the other side of the wall.

I hit him with a napkin.

A clean napkin, I might add.

Then, I went back to eating my pizza. Because, Mmmm, Pizza.

Next thing I knew, SSC was yelling at the people in the other booth. And LLNPP employee was asking that entire booth to leave - our friends, not the yellers.

And then the girls started chanting, "Get out! Get out!" (because, let's face it, no matter what IC did, if it involved the word 'fat,' girls are not going to get over it)

So, IC, SSC and LOBC left. And guys from the other booth (three big Hispanic guys) followed them out.

And the Hispanic guys girlfriends followed them out, saying something like "Don't do this!"

And... I followed them all out because... well, Bar Brawl!!!

When I got out, IC had fallen on the ground, SSC was across the street yelling back to the Hispanic guys in Spanish (my Spanish Skillz are not great, so I don't know what they were saying) and LOBC was hailing a cab. All under the watchful eyes of several policemen.

That's when I left (with my non-brawling friends), so I didn't know what had happened afterward - thus the fact-finding I had to do. (I also confirmed that Hispanic guys were mad because someone had thrown a napkin at them)

But, nothing terrible or exciting happened. IC, SSC and LOBC all left in the cab, and no one was arrested or anything. Which is good. Which is why I can tell the story without feeling guilty. For starting a Bar Brawl. With a napkin.

And now I can resoundingly say, "Yes, I did celebrate Match Day!"