fukmylyf said:
Went to a club that recently opened up. The vibe was off from the start. Low energy, mostly older crowd. The club was packed but most people were just standing around on the dance floor. They were all very cliquey/unfriendly and wouldn't even make eye contact. Very different from what I'm used to. I should've just left. Instead I fell victim to sunk cost fallacy and had 7 drinks within the first hour.
I lost my balance before my inhibitions. Decided to sit down and a random Stacy started talking to me. 5 min later some asshole in his early 30s tells me I need to get out of his group's booth. Apparently I was at a table reserved for bottle service. So I apologized and got up. Bought some more drinks. Same girl approached me later and danced with me. She pours her drink into my cup. The asshole from before comes over and complains, saying that I'm stealing their drinks. I laugh it off, but he's dead serious.
I order another drink and try to make my way back to the dance floor. The bar is really crowded at this point, so I patiently wait for the people to move out of my way. Someone pushes me from behind and I drop my drink. I turn around... it's the same guy from before. He says" just trying to help you out, bro." I let it go.
A while later I dropped my drink again (was very drunk). The same guy pops out of nowhere and makes a scene, asking me wtf I was doing, tries to embarrass me. Lost my temper and punched him in the fucking face a few times. I think I KO'd him, but I quickly got tackled by security and escorted out. They were nice tbh - got me a cab and instructed me to leave before police arrive. But it was extremely embarrassing. I feel like the whole world is against me right now. And I have a big fucking bruise on my face. Can't sleep with this stress
That does sound like a crappy night, but I can also see it from the side of likely-jealous-aging-dudebro too. Not to condone his conduct, but that as a fellow animal I can empathize with mammalian behavior. You being wasted af probably didn't help matters but I'm with you in that it doesn't make sense to go to a bar/club and not get to an inebriated state where those things are bound to happen more frequently. I probably would have lost it when he pushed me and I spilled my drink, I would have forced him to pay for that shit. I also would definitely have talked hella smack when he tried to argue that I was taking their drinks, I would have said (if I possessed the clarity of mind) that the drink was GIVEN to me, that I didn't TAKE anything I RECEIVED it. That could have gotten things going as well.
But dude, look on the bright side:
1. Stacy talked to you. There is hope.
2. Stacy poured you a fucking drink. She enjoyed your company, you weren't just some orbiter expected to maintain a one-way relationship of idolization.
3. You knocked out some douche who might think twice before acting like a douche (maybe not but this could have been one in a series of such lessons that help finally drive the nail home).
4. Spent money, got drunk, didn't get arrested.
Overall, I'd say that there is a definite silver lining to this story.
To everyone asking how he could spend $100 and if he was drinking liquid gold, this is absolutely not the case. First of all, tolerance is both genetic on the biological level and gradually grown on the neurological level. An experienced drinker can easily put down 10-20 drinks in a 4-6 hour outing. Each drink costs anywhere from $2 if you're drinking shitty beer on a specific day to $20-40 depending on how "nice" the place is and what your local prices are. I often drink in a large urban area in the North East USA and it is egregiously expensive for people who have a combination of good biology and experience. I usually just pregame with a ton of liquor before I even go out in order to save money.
