Drinking Stories

Well then... due to the confined space of the chatbox, where this conversation started, I decided to post a thread!


Anywho, my one and only bar fight! In a small town called Oro Grande, CA, There is one restaurant, which is where I worked. There is also 2 large cement plants, and they change people more than most people change underwear! Most are from Texas, and you would be surprised at how nice they are compared to us California folk. Anyways, one of them decided to buy me a few drinks, being as we were getting close to closing. I had just put down my third one, when I noticed some trouble starting up. We had a Digital Jukebox, and you could play just about any damn song you could think of. So, a country song comes on, because them Texas guys love thier country, and one of the other patrons decides to pull the Texans' hat off. He feels its just a joke and goes to get it back, but the other guy starts getting offensive. Starts takling shit and getting in his face and what not. So my bouncer, who is a good buddy of mine, goes over to break it up. The drunk guy starts trying to get in his face, and starts banging his set. My bouncer tells him that shit doesn't fly in here, and the dude's hands flew up to grab my bouncer. By this time I come over to observe and make sure shit doesn't get out of hand, but I saw his hands just barely start to move, and my arm was around his neck. Not in a normal choke hold mind you. Don't know where my brother learned it, but something about it being military style. It's where you have your hand on the back of thier neck, pushing against your forearm, with your other hand on the inside of your elbow. Next thing I know, his homie is trying to get me in a head lock. I easily slip out, and push the first dude off to the side, and my bouncer grabs him, and chokes him out like... literally 5 seconds and he was out on the floor. So, as I push the other dude off me, I square up, and he starts trying to defend himself and his homie, saying the Texan started it. The Texan is a regular, and he has gotten really drunk before, but he has never been agressive. So anyways, it ended up spilling into the parking lot, and they ended up leaving. They apologized the next day, so it was all good.




Not only is that my ONLY bar fight... it's my ONLY fight outside of my family... and I know it wasn't really a fight...

Now let's hear yours!