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So last night, our entourage witnessed a fight in the middle of Blue Light Grill. It was pretty intense.
We may or may not have known the people involved. There wasn’t enough light to capture a camera phone picture, but dude #1 started yelling at dude #2 from across the corner of the bar. Dude #2 yelled back and dude #1 lunged at #2. The innocent wheelchair guy scurried out of the way and both were swinging as they started to fall outside. They wrastled (that’s a word) on the ground for a few seconds before throwing drunken punches and standing up.
After a bunch of peeps got involved (girlfriends, strangers, friends, etc.), the fight turned into a verbal altercation and the typical girlfriend warnings “DON’T DO THIS DUDE #2.” Chicks were crying everywhere, the bartenders were flipping out, calls were made to police.
The men who work at Blue Light were absent last night, so I can totally understand why the bartenders were so worried. It’s not fun to see fights in a bar; but you can’t stop watching.
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Oooh – I’m sure the yuppy larvae battled quite fiercely.
Charlottesville tough guys are my favorite. It’s always a nice touch with chicks crying in the background though – classy! Where was the hammer of the gods, Thor? I know you carry that thing around with you for the ladies but every once in a while I think you’d be justified to put that thing to use man.
PS – missed you at Crush last night…or did I? Or were you not donning the ‘Thor’ name tag? I still am a little confused by the simple concept of an anonymous group coming together in a room to drink. I’ve read ‘The Code’, but at some point isn’t there a practical element that must be considered?
It’s not fun to see fights in a bar?
I LOVE bar fights!
/used to watch Jerry Springer
can somebody write a haiku about this please?
gManet, everyone I’ve asked agrees– it’s better not to know.
I see. That’s why I’ve changed my identity.
You can’t take white people nowhere.
For parlie, as colfer’s prolly not up yet:
men pee in corners
fists defend territory
thats my girlfriend, dude!
I was one of the dudes in the bar fight.
I live for barfights…i sometimes encourage them.
Bouncer: hey maybe you should cut that guy off
Me: No, this is about to get good
Hey, I was at BLG. I must’ve left right before the action. Dammit.
I don’t understand why girls cry. I mean, it’s rare that someone gets REALLY hurt in a fight like this– as in, a DUDE fight. (I did know Andrew Alston, so I won’t say it never happens.)
When CHICKS fight, someone’s getting hurt. The goal is not to make a point, it is to kill the bitch.
i was one of the girls crying.
parlie you are my girlfriend aren’t you.
This thread has made my morning. Fantastic haiku yo. I find Biltmore to be the best spot for bar fights…I even saw a fight that took a dozen cops and tasers to stop a few months ago (no quotes involving “bro” however). Should be especially frisky now with fraternity rush going on.
damn, looks like we should’ve gone to Blow Light after X after all…
Violence, ignore
it. Give all your attention
to sleepy poets.
I salt my soup with tears.
I salt my soup with salt…you’re weird
I cry soup.
Soup makes me cry. But not bar fights.
my soup is cold like my heart.
I eat a lot of soup. You know where there’s good soup? Revolutionary Soup. Also Whole Foods. Also Blue Mountain Brewery. Also La Taza tonight.
I have only once in my life been put into a true fight or flight situation, and that was at Little John’s over summer, when one dude chased another dude into the restaurant and beat him into a bloody pulp with a blunt weapon during the lunch hour. It was hard to see what was going on because it happened so fast and it looked like the man with the weapon was randomly attacking people and not a specific person, so I prepared to fight to defend myself. It took hours for the adrenaline to fade away.
parlie’s name in Spanish means corazón de gazpacho. True story.
Is this where we can give plugs, or is there a weekend preview topic in the works?
For what its worth:
http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/6747/l2b6f61c000796a8916c10exa4.jpg
Lilith, you working on something or you want me to?
Blue light was “high class” when it first opened. Later let itself be open to anyone. (no offense meant to anyone) One of the numerous Capshaw restaurants, so there is no hint of onsite management.
Oy: I got in a barfight at the Outback once
Everyone else: Yeah, who hasn’t
Oy: Outback Steakhouse
true story – you haven’t lived til you’ve been taken in handcuffs past umpteen families waiting on their bloomin’ onions…
Thor, I’ll do it. Send me anything you want me to include to cvillainlilith@gmail.com. That goes for EVERYONE!
oy: wow, i’m impressed. i think.
closest i’ve come is being thrown out of a roller skating rink as a teenager and having the cops searching for me as I was getting away with my friend in his car, which had a scanner.. hearing them looking for me over the radio was pretty nuts.
mm.. bloomin’ onion.
oy, more details!
I can see how you’d get that impression watching yuppies “brawl.” I want to giggle when they pull on each other’s pig tails and call each other “bitch.”
I’m talking about the yuppy dudes, actually.
not much to tell – my friend and some random bud-light drinker had words; redneck put my friend down, I put the redneck down.
I left in handcuffs, the others left on stretchers. It took less time to happen than it does to read this post.
Pathetic.
Yo. Creepily beautiful image, Wow
One of many fight or flight stories:
I used to ride a bus cross town (SF) at about 1 am every night, coming of a swing shift where I worked. This would be cross town from downtown where there are lots of people at all hours, out into the avenues, where its generally pretty quiet after midnight. My stop was pretty much the “end of the line” and I was almost always the last person riding. But one particular night, I was not.
You see a lot of strange folks in the city, so when one stands out, you know its a class A freakazoid. I noticed this guy when he first got on midway. He had a big black hat, kinda like those old spy vs. spy cartoons, and was entirely dressed in black, with lots of well straps of cloth tied around his arms and legs. I guess the overall effect was homeless ninja spy guy.
That night I had made the cardinal mistake of not sittting all the way in the back of the bus (it was fullish when I got on). Whatever might go down on a city bus, you want it in front of you, not behind you. Well this guy was behind me. As the bus gradually emptied out, as it always did, this man did not, and I could sense his agitation. He had apparently, a wristwatch underneath a velcro strap kinda thing. He would check his watch frequently, producing that “riiippp” velcro sound, and immmediately after each time check, he would change seats. Pretty soon, the bus had emptied to just he and I with only maybe six stops left. I sat there, hoping against hope that he would get off before the last stop, as the rips of the velcro became more frequent, and the seat changes became closer and closer to me. I knew I had a four block walk from the bus stop to my house, and it dawned on me that I was going to have to deal somehow with this guy. My adrenaline was redlining, but I remained composed, as I still thought there may be a chance he would get off the bus before me. Dont confront until confronted is a good rule when dealing with the insane.
Suffice it to say he did not get off the bus and here we were at the last stop. I got off with him following me. And then he proceeded to do the strangest thing. He started following me step for step, right in stride, about three feet behind me, like my shadow. I could feel him. Well it only took about thirty feet of those shenanigans to push my adrenaline over into animal instinct mode. My amigdala said it was to kill or be killed. I whipped around and stepped right to his face and shouted as loud and as scary and as crazy as I could “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT WITH ME!! YOU WANT SOME OF ME!!!”
And then there was this sartled pause, and the dude just took off running into the night! I was only momentarily relieved, as I realized he had taken off running in the general direction that I had to walk.
I took a very roundabout route to my house, and the walk felt like it took a million years. It was odd to be all in animal survivor mode like that, looking everywhere, every sens alert, waiting for the ambush. I felt like a crippled wildebeast tryin to sneak a drink from the watering hole in the tall grass. Very odd indeed.
Fortunately the ambush never came, and I made it home (and had some soup – on topic!). I had so many bizzarre bus rides during those two years. I’ll have to write em down one day.
/sorry for the long post.
Yikes. That’s scary, B’Yo. Particularly at that time of night. Glad it turned out okay.
I had a similar type following thing happen to me in Rome, but it was during the day. Dude followed me through about 3 or 4 churches/cathedrals. Toward the end, I was taking super crazy, fling-yourself-into-traffic street crossings to try and lose him (not exactly an intelligent move in that particular city). Came a point when I knew I would have to go underground to catch the subway and I definitely didn’t want him following me there. So, all 5 ft. nothing of me turned around and asked in a really loud and confrontational voice, “Why are you following me?” Poor scared German guy held out a daisy to me and asked in broken English if I would go have coffee with him. I didn’t go (hey, he could still be a serial killer! I’m sure some of them like daisies!), but he ended up seeming pretty harmless.
i once witnessed a bar fight that started because guy #1 was upset that guy #2 was wearing a sweater with elbow patches on it.
Similarly, was with a friend at O’Neill’s and someone spat on his face because he was wearing a Red Sox hat. That was the first time I’d ever felt the urge to fight, myself. (Didn’t.)
BUT I HATE ELBOW PATCHES SO MUCH!
sorry, i blacked out for a second. what happened?
He should consider being a Cub’s fan. Nobody cares enough to hurt us, at all.
As a White Sox fan, I can confirm ThatGrrl’s #49. Most of us just snicker at them behind their backs.
[hey! ThatGrrl! Over here! Don't read what I just wrote!]
Our day will come! And we shall reap vengence from all who snicker! Okay, probably not. Our pitching sucks.
I hear McGrady’s has good pitching. ha! …and cheap pitchers. Double ha.
Also…it’s a good place to go if you want to see or get in a fight.
I was once in a bar fight, if you could call it that. Drunk jerk on the stool beside me kept make vulgar remarks about my character, or lack there of until I finally hit him and knocked him off of his bar stool. He had been warned by the bartender (a friend of mine) and others to cut it out and I finally just got tired of it. When the police officer got there, he actually wanted me to press charges rather than the other way around. I had no plans to make the situation any worse, but drunk guy apparently thought otherwise because he ran while the officer was talking to me. I heard later that he wrecked his new, expensive car that night running from the police. It was all rather stupid.
I heard my name?….
Oh man.. I have a bar story for the ages, but I don’t have time to type it out now. Hopefully this thread will remind me later this weekend.
I was a bouncer at a bar in Richmond for a while. One time, I threw this obnoxious guy out for being obnoxious. Just as he turned his back to stumble away, another guy comes storming outside with fist raised about to punch him in the back of the head. I stuck out my foot and tripped him face first into the concrete patio. He was bloody, but okay. I still didn’t let him back in. I felt like a hero, somehow.
Blue light grill fight night
yuppies flying through the air
barman, one more round!
Bar Fight Joke… Rude of course.
Man and a woman are in a bar… she leaves to go to the restroom and comes back red faced and furious. ” Tom you have to go over there and kick that guys ass. He just said the most DISGUSTING thing to me” Husband asks what the guy had said. Wife replies ” He said he was going to rip my panties off, turn me upside down, fill my snatch with Guinness and then drink it.” Husband says ” Well you can go and kick his ass, because I ain’t fighin’ no guy that can drink 32 pints of Guinness”
I have more than my share of fight-or-flight stories, and I’m not going to get into them here. Suffice it to say they include a high-speed chase in a sports car in heavy traffic driving frequently on the wrong side of the road (me behind the wheel) and the wrong way down a one-way street. Another that involved kicking open a door with a double-barreled shotgun, jumping through and screaming….
Being beaten unconscious by a (h.s.)football team and kicked/punched in the face…
What else?.. there are more…
I’ve evaded a cop in a car chase. I’ve also been caught.
I was evading someone who wanted to kill me. Slightly more downside to getting caught
You all are criminals, not villains. Flippin Bonnie and Clyde! Who are you? I thought we knew each other. *sniff*
Here’s a short story, unrelated to the above post.
I used to have a 350hp ‘69 Mustang Mach1. One morning my dad needed me to drive him to the train station 25 minutes away at 5 in the morning. The empty road on the way home went through a smallish town (about the size of Orange) which had a speed limit of 25. I was doing 125 (approx) and driving on the wrong side of the road to take a turn faster when something caught my eye on the left. I shot a glance that way, and in, and for, a micro-second, my and the police officer doing paperwork with the light on in his cruiser’s eyes met. It took me about a quarter of a mile to stop, but the road had straightened out and I could see the end of the driveway he was parked in. He never moved. If he’d rolled forward 20 feet he’d have seen me down the road waiting to lose my license, but he never budged. Thankfully. Probably figured I’d be out of his jurisdiction by the time he got the car started, and I probably should have been.
you are reckless.
that was a long time ago
seriously, who are you? some kind of comic book anti-hero is my best guess.
As long as we’re sharing speeding stories:
On a boring day I decided to try my car out on a straightaway on 29 about 50 miles north, and hit the governor at 250kph (155mph). After that I slowed down to what seemed like a reasonable speed (85 mph- seemed so slow!). A minute later I saw lights flashing in my rearview. I was the only car on the road… I heavily contemplated keeping on going. But I pulled over.
Officer: Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: (hoping for double digits) No, not really Officer, sorry.
Officer: 84
Me: *sigh of relief*
How many people actually get away with outrunning police? Any more stories?
I did 153 in a vintage car (old Jag XJS 12 cyl.) on 64 after a night of drinking (dragged a friend along!). In that condition the dashed white line became solid and I just tried to keep the car over it (tires were rated for 113!) No tickets! No fiery death! Yay! That was years ago as well, mc.
I once hit 100 in a 11-year-old Chevy Spectrum with a radiator problem (that’s a loose estimate, the spedometer stopped at 85). I still don’t know how it didn’t vibrate itself into an oblivion… I suppose we were all just too young to die.
I oncw hit a guy in a wheelchair but the cops let me off with a warning — go figure.
doofus What are you doing in at this hour?
So if you thought the fight at the BLG was hot action, let me fill you in on tonights gossip of awesomeness. Two dudes get into a shouting match at the McGrady right…Both dudes are removed per my request before it elevates into fight night, although part of me longed for an opening head butt. Two dudes start rumbling outside and the cops are called. Cracker guy and spaniard are about 30 seconds into their little tif when c-ville 5-oh rolls up. They tackle both dudes to the ground, both dudes wrastle(yeah, that’s still a word) their way loose and begin to flee. Spaniard catches a tazer wirer in the chest and goes limp like a fish in about one point twenty-one gigaseconds. Falls flat on his face totally spazzing his brains out. Then cracker dude gets hit with the spurs of fury, but immediately freezes and screams “PLEASE DONT PLEASE” and drops to his knees…It was so hilarious. Then a dude got shot at outback 8 times, but i was busy making drink by then. And gun shots are so 2007. If you’re gonna make me write more than two sentances, you better have been electrocuted in front of 40 people. Big gulps huh? welp, see you later.
P.S. there was some drunk british lawyer guy who said he was gonna sue me because i cut him off…then we went outside, and he got arrested and i drove off into the would be sunset (time permitting). It was bartending justice at its best. Ya’ll asleep?
sheesh silmo, you were up late for someone not feeling so well.
/drunk. oops.
3:01? thats the best y’all could muster? Well I’m puttin up a four spot, and we’ll see if anyone beats it.
Sorry couldn’t stick around longer, ‘yo but it was ga… well, you know what kind of a night it was…
bukbuk you just made my morning, I love a good taser story! It’s so funny when the tough guy is being a total cocky ass and then zzzzzammo! Zapped guy falls to the ground and cries! Love it!
bukbuk wins the cVillain.com gold star of the night. bukbuk, that’s a huge honor. I would deliver you a huge gold star but all I have are neon dots!
Morning, sunshines.
H-D (you’ve gone from hipster-doofus to high-definition in my mind) also gets a gold star for helping a sister out!
@ 76 buster – I wasn’t sick I was exhausted and brain dead
Damn, bukbuk. That was some serious entertainment! Who says the popo can’t bring the funny?
On the flip-side, note to self: C-ville cops can tase a dude; tread carefully.
i’m not drunk, i’m just exhausted from being up all night drinking.
bukbuk: please tell me you caught the tazing on your cameraphone
*yawn* it’s naptime! (i got up early to help a friend move)
81: easy silmo, i’m just yankin’ yer chain.
82: i read that as “cops can taste a dude”. yeah, it’s time to go back to bed.
83: you remind me of a keychain slogan – “how can i be so thirsty this morning when i drank so much last night?”
buster at 82: ME TOO!
Buster and lilith in re: 82
Perverts.
that grrl, sorry I did too.
me too, that’s bizarre
*Safety in numbers.*
we live by the perv, we die by the perv? hey… at least i’ll have good company.
Well, I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Perv on!
You people get up too early.
I obviously don’t leave the apartment early enough. I just realized that some asshole stole my “Go Away! (Come back with wine.)” welcome mat, last night. No respect for alcoholics, I tell you.
did anyone see the uva wrestling team getting in a fight last year at the Biltmore on Saturday, June 29?
ooooh, were they all oiled up and in leotards?!?
Uhm, I mean, no, no I didn’t see that.