Funny thread title. Enjoy, because as lame as it was, that’s the only joke you’re going to find in this rant. I’m so fucking angry right now I can barely think straight. Angry to the point of being in tears. Maybe tomorrow it’ll blow over as I see the light of day but tonight I’m too pissed.
I’m at the John Mellencamp/Wallflowers concert tonight. We get up near the front of the lawn section. Before Wallflowers come on, this drunk woman, maybe 40-50, who’s with a group right behind us comes up to me and starts picking at my shirt. I turn around and she’s just reading my t-shirt. OK, fine, I’ll play along. She stretches it out a bit and finishes reading it.
“Bullshit.” she says as she finishes.
“Huh?” I respond.
“Bullshit,” she mutters again before joining the rest of the group. I sort of smile in confusion, shrug my shoulders, and go back to my friends. The T-shirt just talks about the U of Texas, where my sister goes. Maybe she doesn’t like Longhorns. I dunno.
This woman continues to get drunker during the evening, even though she appeared to be trashed as it was to begin with. She encountered another time, I’ve forgotten what happened but it wasn’t that important.
Third time she came up to me, motioned for me to come closer. I hesitated. She wrapped her arm around my neck and whispered, “I still think that t-shirt is bullshit.” At that point I push her away, thinking this has gone beyond friendly drunkenness.
She comes at me a fourth time, later in the concert. I grab both her wrists. For a split second I can see in her eyes and movement that she thinks I want to dance with her. I twist her wrists hard and push back, forcing her back with her group. “OK, OK, Sorry,” she slurs.
Now the objects start. I got hit a number of times by plastic water bottles and popcorn. At this point I storm back to her, right into the thick of her group, and tell her, tell them all, to stop. They surround her and force me back out. The men are pointing at me in this intimidating manner, telling me to turn back around. The girls are saying “Look, you’re out numbered here 10 to 1. Don’t start anything. Go back and enjoy the concert.”
I tell them I will go to security if they do it again. If that lady touches me again I will call the authorities. “What?” one girl in the group says, confusing what I had said “call security because I’m touching you?”
Not wanting to repeat myself, I say “If I have to, I will.”
This was above was actually a combination of two seperate encounters I had with them. I’m unsure exactly of what was said in which encounter.
I go back to the concert. Five minutes later, I get hit by something. I turn around, look at them, then head off to security.
I talk to them, they help me out, and I enjoy the rest of the concert (all 20 minutes of it) in freedom. I don’t know what you did security, but thank you. Seriously, thank you.
But here’s the thing. That upset me. But they’re drunks who were too fucking drunk to think straight. Fuck them all and I’m glad I never have to see any of them again.
This rant is for my friends. The five others who were at the concert with me and never once had my back. You saw what was going on. Don’t bullshit me and tell me you didn’t. I know you saw this woman. You TOLD me you saw my confrontation (one? both? who knows) with that group. You saw me walk off to security. Never once stood with me. It was 10 against 1. Even the fucking drunk girl could see that. Fuck you all.
The ONLY thing that’s keeping me from breaking down right now is that very very very small percentage of my brain that’s thinking rationally at this point. If they had joined up that would have just made things worse. They were drunk and itching for any excuse to brawl. I’m lucky things didn’t go wrong then and it may have if more people had been involved.
But fuck you all anyway. You saw me there up against the mob and you shrugged your shoulders and went back to enjoying the concert.
