I totally agree.
Also, what’s with the color blue? Blue totally sucks, and that’s an objective fact. Red, on the other hand fucking kicks ass.
These days, it’s red, not blue.
Come on, man. I’m doing spit takes with my delicious freaking strawberry smoothie over here.
I ran into a similar situation last night. I was hanging out with some girls last night on the dance floor when this dude approached them and tried to get them to dance. She was saying, “No thanks” but he wouldn’t stop and was trying to pull her by the arms and eventually spilled a drink all over her. They got pissed and walked to the bathroom.
This whole time I just kind of minding my business but I noticed that he was following them to the bathroom chirping in their ear. I got pissed and walked over and pushed the dude, and said something like, “what the fuck are you doing?” It got broke up and that was the end of that.
My question is, when is the right time to step in for your friends? If I had done nothing, I would’ve felt like a bad friend. If it was a buddy of mine I would back him up but I think he could handle himself in that situation if it were to get physical. It seems these things can get quite complicated.
In my mind, an aggressive drunk is a bad thing. Masculinity has nothing to do with it. And I don’t have a lot of sympathy for people who only do things to be thanked.
And, yes, when you get this upset over something so minor, people are going to tell you to divorce your wife. It’s not serious. It’s a comment on how seriously you are taking things.
'Kay, 'kay, bars are the sacred watering holes of the svelte and savvy. I just never had much use for them, myself. I think I’ve “sat in a bar” for about two hours in my lifetime.
But then, I don’t have the deep conditioning that having a finger of bourbon all by myselfies makes me some kind of degenerate. I wonder how much connection there is between the triangle of socializing-drinking-“drinking alone is baaaaad.”
And BigT nails again of course.
christ you’re a fucking dildo
Oh, I certainly drink alone as well. Probably most my drinking is alone, to be honest. I like to have a beer or wine or whatnot in the afternoon as I’m working on stuff at the computer, and my wife is away at work. But drinking at bars is another, different kind of fun, when you want to go out, observe, meet random people, and just experience something other than sitting in front of the TV sipping bourbon.
ETA: Seriously, that “Humans: How do they work?” thread topic does sound about appropriate here. Is it really that difficult to explain the appeal of a place to socialize and drink to someone? I get that it’s not for everyone, but come on.
Hey, you wanna get a drink sometime?
Yeah, uh hu. Only to be thanked. That’s what happened. You’ve been following along nicely, I see.
And “how seriously” I’m taking it? I took it so seriously that I posted it on the Internet. That’s about a 1.5 on the seriousness scale. I don’t know where the SDMB gets this notion that it’s the Supreme High Council of Righteousness, to which people bring their gravely serious concerns for arbitration. If I had even a shred of serious feeling about this, I’d take it to my real friends.
I know you spend all your time on the Internet, BigT, but when the rest of us post something, that’s the definition of not taking it seriously.
Interestingly, I recently did a brewery tour of Helltown Brewery, followed by a short ride over to All Saints Brewing.
I would love to one-day have the chance to click glasses with MOL and even. 
You have to remember who you’re talking to. Here, the words ‘socialize’ and ‘appeal’ don’t belong in the same sentence. For a significant portion of this population, the phrase “want to meet random people” makes their circuits fry.
I’m not knocking it for those who like it; I am just mildly surprised that it’s still popular when it’s no longer the only adult entertainment option. Especially in the post-MADD era, where it’s no longer okay (or in any way sensible, given the huge financial hit of a DUI) to get a little glowy and then drive home.
This is odd, really, for a Barbarian.
I’ll actually cop to this, and retro-cop back to my teens. I love making new acquaintances but have this -><- much tolerance for social chit-chat. An hour of bang-up conversation with someone is a prize beyond price, but I’ll take another hour of pleasant solitude over half that much time “chatting” with someone who makes my teeth hurt. (And, I suspect, them feeling the same way.) People who like to spend a lot of time at this level mystify me.
When was it ever the only adult entertainment option? Maybe I’m still too young at almost 38, but there’s always been plenty of things to do other than go to bars. We still liked going to bars. We still liked doing other things, too, though. And then going to bars afterwards.
Then don’t fucking go and hesh up about it. What is wrong, psychologically, with people who have to shoehorn their opinions into everything? I don’t watch the SciFi (SyFy or whatever the kids are calling it now) Channel, and I don’t shit up threads not even about the SciFi Channel every time Firefly is mentioned. Someone starts a thread about a shitty thing that happened one night (that took place in a bar), and this turns into an opportunity to jabber on about your stance on bars.
The “Why do people enjoy things?” shtick? is indeed old, but not nearly half as old as forcefully injecting the need to poo-poo things that people *do *enjoy into everything.
Shit, now I’m all irritated. Maybe my svelte and savvy ass needs to go relax at my local watering hole. There is this really cute boy there and… okay, I’ve talked myself into it!
Edit: No, puly, if you enjoy bars, that means you don’t enjoy other things.
Not an Amateur Barbarian, if you know the source of the term.
I dunno. They must be fucking losers who hang out on a forum with six hundred thousand threads of people exchanging opinions or something, and wondering about the sanity of passersby who think the exchange should stop with the first Google cite.
Sounds like someone is a bit sensitive about the amount of time they do spend in bars.
Just remember, no means no. Don’t make panaccione push you.
The novel, or the webcomic?