Just got off work, ok, memory, memory roulette.....what comes to mind....all long stories.....I want a short story! ....Hmmmm......jeez, i think all that's left is long stories, nooooo!
Oh, here's a really short one.
I used to practically live in this club in Williamsburg, between 2000 and 2007. In fact, sometimes I DID live there, in the basement. I have a bunch of stories from this era, one I already told, where I tickled the bartender a few times.
Well, in this story, it's after the show and the crowd has been cleared and we've locked up the place.....and now we're standing around smoking and drinking and we'd do this every night until the wee-hours. Have an after party, it was always fun, a magical time, especially in the early 2000s before Williamsburg blew up and turned absolutely ridiculous (and architectually ruined).
But I digress. I thought this was going to be a short one.
So it's me and the two bouncers standing in a semi-circle, passing a blunt, and I'm really just listening to them talk......and one of the bouncers started recounting something that had happened to him the other night.
"You know these girls, now, man....they get some drinks in them and......." and he's talking about this girl who was way drunk, and wouldn't leave the club when they were closing. So he's there trying to reason with her, and explain that she has to leave, and she's having none of it, and saying "Fuck you" and all this stuff.
So.....apparently she begins to escalate the abuse and he's trying to remove her, but be a gentleman about it......and she grabs a hold of the metal railing and won't let go, and he's trying to pull her away.
"She had a hold of the metal railing and wouldn't let go, and I was just trying to pull her away......and she was all 'Fuck you fuck you!'.....so you know what I did?"
"No, what", said the other bouncer.
"...I tickled her....."
At this, the other bouncer, a little light went off in him, even in his stoned state, and his eyebrow went up ever so slightly....and he gave a little single, stoned chuckle and broke into a smile of fondness.....almost as if he were remembering what tickling was, and how fun it could be.....
".....I started tickling her" (and he's motioning with his hands, like he was digging into her sides, almost as if he were kneading dough) "...and she starts laughing and screaming 'Get your fucking hands off me! Get your hands off me now!'.....and finally she let go......but that's how i got her out.'"
Laughter. The other bouncer held the blunt, reflected on the story and shook his head, grinnin'. The conversation proceeded.
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Now perhaps to you it might sound like an unlikely story, that she could have sued for abuse or whatever.....but that's the story as he told it, and I never knew him to be anything else other than an honorable, honest guy.....but I will say this: he was extremely good looking, and every female that walked in to the club would notice him, coo over him, get flustered around him....so all I'm saying is maybe.....just maybe.....the drunk girl didn't mind so much getting tickled by the hot bouncer....just sayin'.......😉
Oh, here's a really short one.
I used to practically live in this club in Williamsburg, between 2000 and 2007. In fact, sometimes I DID live there, in the basement. I have a bunch of stories from this era, one I already told, where I tickled the bartender a few times.
Well, in this story, it's after the show and the crowd has been cleared and we've locked up the place.....and now we're standing around smoking and drinking and we'd do this every night until the wee-hours. Have an after party, it was always fun, a magical time, especially in the early 2000s before Williamsburg blew up and turned absolutely ridiculous (and architectually ruined).
But I digress. I thought this was going to be a short one.
So it's me and the two bouncers standing in a semi-circle, passing a blunt, and I'm really just listening to them talk......and one of the bouncers started recounting something that had happened to him the other night.
"You know these girls, now, man....they get some drinks in them and......." and he's talking about this girl who was way drunk, and wouldn't leave the club when they were closing. So he's there trying to reason with her, and explain that she has to leave, and she's having none of it, and saying "Fuck you" and all this stuff.
So.....apparently she begins to escalate the abuse and he's trying to remove her, but be a gentleman about it......and she grabs a hold of the metal railing and won't let go, and he's trying to pull her away.
"She had a hold of the metal railing and wouldn't let go, and I was just trying to pull her away......and she was all 'Fuck you fuck you!'.....so you know what I did?"
"No, what", said the other bouncer.
"...I tickled her....."
At this, the other bouncer, a little light went off in him, even in his stoned state, and his eyebrow went up ever so slightly....and he gave a little single, stoned chuckle and broke into a smile of fondness.....almost as if he were remembering what tickling was, and how fun it could be.....
".....I started tickling her" (and he's motioning with his hands, like he was digging into her sides, almost as if he were kneading dough) "...and she starts laughing and screaming 'Get your fucking hands off me! Get your hands off me now!'.....and finally she let go......but that's how i got her out.'"
Laughter. The other bouncer held the blunt, reflected on the story and shook his head, grinnin'. The conversation proceeded.
*************************************
Now perhaps to you it might sound like an unlikely story, that she could have sued for abuse or whatever.....but that's the story as he told it, and I never knew him to be anything else other than an honorable, honest guy.....but I will say this: he was extremely good looking, and every female that walked in to the club would notice him, coo over him, get flustered around him....so all I'm saying is maybe.....just maybe.....the drunk girl didn't mind so much getting tickled by the hot bouncer....just sayin'.......😉
