26 October 2007

drama

Never in my life have I ever been privvy to so much drama over beer pong as I was tonight. First of all, beer pong is a 4 person game, period. If you don’t call winners (like any other bar game) you don’t get to play. So, a kid I know decided to start some drama against a guy I know because they wanted to play on a table that wasn’t theirs. No big deal, till it almost came to blows and I had to pull one of the guys out of the bar. No big shakes, I just wanted to play some pong. My partner managed to hook us up with some people that were previously deposed due to the drama aforementioned. This is where life gets fun; see Jason and I had won 3 games in a row (2 sans re-rack! Unheard of!) and were working on our 4th game (3rd without a re-rack) when some 40something year old came into our game and started talking all kinds of shit about the girl on the opposite team. He was saying her elbow was over the line… now, anyone who has ever left the town in which they live to go to college anytime between 1998-present knows that no such elbow rule exists. We didn’t care. The 4 of us were having a good time when grampa shit eater decided to try and piss on our parade. Most of what he said didn’t bother me till he tried to start a fight with the guy we were playing against. He has a wannabe cop buddy that likes to escalate situations (he was the keystone in drama part 1) that decided to try and weigh in on the situation. Fortunately for the bar, I don’t shit where I eat. We won the game, I got everyone out, and stuck around till everyone was out of the bar. I had to talk some sense into the manager who wanted to get rid of beer pong. I had to point out that thanks to pong Thursdays were bustling, however without it, the waitstaff hated Thursdays.

I hate people that want to shit on a good time. The people that started the drama were people who like to throw darts, and we are taking up the dart area. Yippee shit, get over it. I don’t know where I’m going with this, other than I enjoy a good walk home in the clean, brisk, autumn air to cleanse my thoughts and make me not want to knock some asshead’s teeth through his throat. The funniest thing is, the one guy I was most concerned about was the friend I pulled out of the bar earlier in the night. He’s only about 5’2” but trying to get that man out of the bar was a bigger chore than if he were twice the size. Fuckin wirey bastards.

18 comments:

joe said...

Note to self: to play pong more often. Sounds like good times, story wise.

Scooter said...

Good to have you back, man!

Jacques Roux said...

Was is das "beer pong" zu sprechen sie?

Feel that? It's the Hate washing over you like a warm summer breeze. It settles into your skin until your very blood boils with its vitriolic goodness. Don't fight it Chud, the Hate is good. It is your friend. Let it take you to where you belong, a berserking rage which leaves lays waste to assheads who can't keep their meddlesome noses out of other people's business. An honest beer drinking citizen such as yourself should not be forced to suffer these ingrates.

On the other hand, at least you didn't have to spend any of your drinking money on bail!

Stickler said...

This is why House Rulee are so important. Chud...I think you should go to the manager since you know him and create a board that has the house rules on it. Then their will be at least less squabbles. We had to do this at our local establishment because they threatened the same thing.

Drunken Chud said...

joe, it was good times. jason and i OWNED that table. 4 games in a row, 3 in a row without a re-rack. i've never won once without a re-rack.

scooter, it's good to be back.

jaques, you know, i really wanted to fight. but not the guy who started the shit, his buddy nick who thinks he's all big and bad. i have serious hate for him. serious hate.

stickler, they have house rules. the house rules are retarded. she (the manager) had never played and simply printed the rules off a bunch of internet sites. since we're not playing a tournament we just establish the rules to play by at the begining of a game. they have a retarded elbow rule, a retarded rebuttal rule (if the opposing team makes just one cup,the game continues), and a retarded "keep the cup in place till both balls are thrown" rule. no one i've ever talked to has heard of these whacked out rules, and rightfully so. but if that's how they want to run their tourneys then fine. but when we play drop-in, we establish table rules. makes for a lot less argument at the table. basically, the guy wasn't involved in the game, he needed to shut the hell up.

Kristin said...

I'm not sure I've ever played beer pong or that I've beer ponged or anything. How does one conjugate that? My friends used to have a table in their driveway. I'm not sure why I haven't. Sounds serious, though.

Drunken Chud said...

played beer pong is right. it is highly competitive and the shit talking is unparalleled in any other game. but at the same time, the fun factor is extremely high as well. you should play. at least once.

Steph said...

Good christ! I thought chicks were whiny beeyotchs.

Drunken Chud said...

hey, i was drunk when i typed that, i was allowed to be whiny.

Eve said...

I hate that! There's nothing like a belligerent drunk. Assholes.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Chudly, don't put up with that shit. Tell those clowns to take their asses to Apllebee's, whatever that means.

zen wizard said...

The desire of a male to get in a bar fight seems to be inversely proportional to his height and weight.

This is known as the, "Zen Wizard Drunken Bantam Weight Paradox."

Drunken Chud said...

eve, i concur.

seriously dr. ken, they should go to shoney's or sizzler or someshit. stay away from my pong.

zen, you may have a point. all of my extremely large friends and I hate to fight. but our squirrely little guy friends are always getting us into the shit. fuckin' bastards. my brother is the worst. he's 6'6" 155lbs... yeah... he's an ass like that.

Jacques Roux said...

Verbose is my middle name. I thought you knew that.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Dude, do they still have Sizzler by you? I remember drinking lots of orange soda there.

Drunken Chud said...

jaques, i did. i just forget sometimes. you know, it's the beer.

dr. ken, actually no. and the last time i was at a sizzler was in PA. i haven't seen a sizzler in years, and shoney's just don't exist this far north. but i wish we'd get a damn waffle house.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

You know what else I like? Baker's Square.

You got those?

This is a weird, chain restaurant dialog, but I'm just curious.

Drunken Chud said...

yeah, we got a bakers square about 4 miles away. we used to eat there all the damn time. for some reason we stopped going. but, they got some gooooood eats.