Last Friday night a bunch of the guys got together at Finn’s to send off our Scottish brother Dave. As always we strive to have “scare-free” nights, but that is not always the case. The night got warmed up with a friendly “showering” of beer on my shirt compliments of the teamwork of E-mac and Shubby…thanks guys!! That was awesome. Then we moved on to a more physical type scare with a scuffle between 2 random pool players. There was an attempted head butt, few punches, and that’s all. Not too exciting, but still fun.

The night got a little more interesting when we decided to change venues and head to Bourbon. Well, it was Dave’s last night in the Big Easy so we went to a “dance” club. We were only there for a short while when I noticed a few of us getting “kindly persuaded” to leave. Apparently KK’s lady friend was accused of spitting on one of the “dancers” and she did not like that too much. Following, some other crap must have happened because the last thing we saw in the club was KK getting whacked in the face by some dancer/bartender…ouch! Scary stuff.

We then went to the BBC for a few drinks. We were up on the balcony, and being the friendly guy that I am, I decided to spark up a conversation with this guy standing out there by himself. Hey, he looked lonely. Well, for some reason, this guy did not want to talk to us. Now I have had a few drinks by this time and I don’t remember all the details. What I do remember is that this guy thought he was too good to talk to us. Maybe because he was a doctor, probably because he was a douche. So I decided that if he was a doctor, then I was a psychologist. I decided to “search” for the root of his issues. It took a while and I didn’t really get anywhere. So, Matt-O’s friend Taylor decided that this guy had been a dick for too long and she decided to give him a similar shower that I had received earlier with a few choice words. Yes, she dumped a drink all over him, I think. That was really awesome!! I gotta tell ya, I was really hoping he would say something or try to do something to her, but he didn’t. Possible scare!

It was getting late and we decided to it was time to go to F&M’s. But on the walk down Bourbon as I was telling everyone who would listen how “nice” of a guy I was to help this random guy with his social skills, another really drunk random guy walks up to me and tried to start shit. Apparently this guy, who I had never laid eyes on before, thought I was staring at him. Like I said, I am a nice guy and I informed him that I wasn’t staring. His friends pulled him away. Then, I decided to do the most mature thing I could think of…I turned, pointed and laughed at him. I have no clue why, but that made him really mad. Don’t worry, his friends pulled him away and we left. Don’t worry, T-Breaux was ready. Another possible scare.

Sorry for this long write up, but if you aren’t interested, then why are you reading this crap anyway?

So, it was an interestingly scary night filled with multiple beer showers, head butts, punches, spitting, slapping, drunken counseling, tough guys, verbal abuse, and even a Scottish Guy…if you weren’t there, I know you are jealous!!!

Until Next Time

Rob