Well, thought I’d touch base here now that I’m (relatively) sober. Wanted to clear up a few things (not that it really matters). First off, I realize that my OP was a pretty incoherent rant. I was still drunk and still pretty pissed off when I wrote that. First thing to clear up…I didn’t start the fight. I guess I didn’t really go into the details (and I’m afraid to actually go back and read what I wrote…can’t believe I even posted this, and here of all places
), but the way it went down was that a couple of people from another table started talking shit, tempers flared, names were called, and there was a bit of pushing and shoving, mainly by the folks from the other table. They were asked to leave, and I guess they said they wanted to take things outside (I’m not sure as I wasn’t really tracking all that great by this point). Next thing I knew, several of my friends were gone, as well as these other guys, so I went out to make sure things were ok (yeah…it was stupid, especially considering the state I was in). I went out and saw one of these guys shoving one of my friends, and the others looking like they were working themselves up in the standard way guys seem to have to do in order to start hitting something and, well…did I say I was an idiot? Well, you all knew that already. Anyway, when I someone lays hands on, I figure the fight has started…I’m not one to screw around and dance about at that point.
Next, and you will have to take this part with a huge grain of salt here (as I’m sure you take the entire story, the perspective, and the spin)…I don’t believe WE were being loud or obnoxious before the arguments started. We were just talking. Granted, it was a bar, and granted, it was noisy and music was playing…but we are all 40 or 50 somethings, and don’t really get drunk AND disorderly. In point of fact, we weren’t the ones eventually asked to leave (even yours truly here)…they were. And the reason they were is because they were the ones who were in our faces. (Full disclosure…I was actually not aware of these other guys or their remarks until fairly late in the game, at which point they had pretty much intruded into our space. I was also not tracking well enough to realize we had progressed beyond simply debating the point until one of these guys slammed a beer down on our table spilling it everywhere. I’m fairly dense, and I was also relatively drunk, to put it mildly).
Next…did I learn anything on the nature of violence not solving anything? No…I can’t say I did, sadly. I grew up with things like this being fairly routine, and I have to say that my own part in the adventure only went over to the violence part when it became clear that fighting was where things were headed. I simply didn’t feel like doing the male dance and screwing around while people worked themselves up to taking swings at each other…not when they laid hands on my friend. Might as well just cut to the chase and get it over with. I’m sure that such an attitude will not earn me many points here, but why lie or sugar coat it? It’s a good thing this is the Pit, so everyone can tell me exactly how idiotic I am, ehe? 
Aren’t I too old for this shit? Yeah…probably. And was it stupid? Yeah…totally. Do I wish it hadn’t happened? Well…yeah. I wish these guys had just left us alone, and I wish that people didn’t feel as they do on this subject…and don’t feel that they need to resort to the kinds of vile things that were said, or the need to show ‘gays and their faggy friends’ whatever these bozos thought they were showing us (how to bleed mostly, from the hazy memories I have).
Couple of last things. Should we have kept our opinions to ourselves and not discussed such a sensitive thing in public? WTF? Is this the fucking dark ages? We can’t talk about gay issues in public because if we do then it might piss some guys off and make them want to beat the crap out of us? Fuck THAT. And if you think that, fuck you too.
Finally, since I know some of you are dying to know, did I get my lumps? Yeah…I got a moderate set of lumps. My little finger on my left hand is broken (no idea how…afaik, didn’t hit anyone with the left, might have been when I threw one of the guys). I also have a black eye. I don’t think anyone was hurt to badly, though I think the guy I threw is probably not going to be moving to well for a while. They were all late 20’s or early 30’s guys (though it’s really hard for me to tell, both because I was drunk and because it’s hard for me to judge young people anymore…they all just look young to me). I probably got a worse tongue lashing from my wife than the physical lumps too…certainly those remarks cut deeper than anything these guys did. I also got the big, tear filled eyes of doom from my daughter, which were the worst of all. That said, the friend who was getting pushed (who, to put it gently, is a lover, not a fighter) was VERY grateful, as were my other friends who were just happy not to have gotten the shit beat out of them (and who my wife tore even bigger strips off of for going outside with these bozos in the first place).
Anyway, that’s it. It was what it was.
-XT