TalesFromYourServer: Is that seriously all it took?!
For the last three years, I’ve been working in a pretty small craft beer bar. On weekday nights, I work by myself since it’s normally pretty slow. It should be noted that I’m a pretty petite woman in her mid twenties.This event happened on Wednesday.
It’s trivia night, so the hosts are setting up in the front of the bar. The two guys who host are pretty close friends of mine. A group of young men walk into the bar and line up to grab beers. I ask for IDs and start on their drinks. One of the young men orders at the end and presents an expired ID. According to California law, I can’t accept it and I tell him he has to leave. My bar is a 21 and up location.
Not once has what follows ever happened to me.
The guy tells me he’ll leave after trivia. I tell him he can’t, that he has to leave now. He shakes his head and tells me he’ll leave when he’s ready and not when I tell him to. He then goes to sit with his friends.
I stood there a second not believing he just did that. I walked around the bar and go to his table to once again tell him to get out. I insist he’s now trespassing.
He says he’s not leaving. I tell him I could call the cops. He says fine, but it has to be the cops who tell him to leave. I’m flabbergasted.
I don’t really want to call the cops, but I figure I don’t have a choice. I go to grab the phone when one of the trivia guys asks me what’s wrong. I tell him what happened.
Trivia guy asked if I wanted him to talk to him. I say yes. He approaches the guy and tells him he has to leave. AND THIS MOTHER FUCKER SAYS, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll just get going.”
Then he leaves. What the heck? Trivia guy isn’t even intimidating. He’s about 5’ 8" and is a bit smaller than this guy. That’s all it took.
The Good Girl - Teaser Summary (it's just an idea)
It’s kind of personal, really.
It would be Dean x Reader.
Summary: I was a good girl. I went off to a private Christian college because I knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. I wanted a career, so I made a choice. I went away. I didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until I was 21. No bars until I was 23. Didn’t have sex until I was in love, or at least I thought I was in love. I’ve always liked who I am, but there was a pretty distinct shift when I was 25. Six friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. I’m different now, and I’m certain I’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.
Would you guys be at all interested in a story like that?
I don’t drink, I don’t like the taste, I don’t like the experience, I hate being around drunk people that I don’t know extremely well, and I hate bars. That being said, my 21st is in less than 2 months. My boyfriend and I made plans to go see Guardians of the Galaxy 2 with a group of people since it comes out on my birthday and then the 2 of us are going to repaint my room. But apparently that’s not an acceptable way to spend my 21st. “You should at least go to one bar!” “You should at least have one drink!” “You NEED to go to these bars!” “You only turn 21 once!” Why? I honestly don’t want to. I have the rest of my life to drink if I choose to, but right now I don’t want to. Everyone is expecting me to go out and it’s giving me horrible anxiety. Why is it such a big deal? Why can’t I celebrate MY birthday how I want to?
Hi guys! This is just a little heads up that Loopdeloop ‘Sisters’ screenings will be happening around the planet next week. This month we’re teaming up with the newly formed WANDAA Project to help promote Women in Animation. I’ll be at the Sydney screening but we’ll be having some special guest hosts for the evening. Come along and meet them if you can! Sydney Loopdeloop. 2nd Feb. 2016 Knox St Bar. 21 Shepherd St. Chippendale. 7-10PM, Free Entry.
The year 1815 has been called Schubert’s annus mirabilis. This hardly overstates the case. His output in this year can be summarized as: four Singspiele, a symphony and a half, a string quartet, nine works for solo piano, eight or nine church works involving orchestra, some two dozen partsongs mostly with piano accompaniment, and about 140 songs. It is worth analyzing the rate of productivity and extrapolating an illustration that will be readily understood by anyone who has dabbled in composition, has played music if only for private pleasure, or simply knows a few works by Schubert. Schubert composed about 21,850 bars of music in this one year, of which 11,072 involved an orchestra. Arranged out over the calendar year of 52 weeks, this amounts to an output of 420 bars a week, of which 213 bars involve an orchestra. This would mean that Schubert produced, in each week of 1815, the equivalent of the slow movement of the Third Symphony; the Gloria of the Mass in G; the slow movement of the E major piano sonata, D. 157; the partsong Trinklied for TTBB and piano, D. 267; Erster Verlust; Heidenröslein; Sehnsucht [Lieder]. Given that this illustration permits no weekends off and not even a single day’s holiday throughout the year, it would be remarkable enough if Schubert were a full-time composer. But he was employed throughout the year as a teacher in his father’s primary school. Taking all these factors into account, and the fact that Schubert maintained social contacts, had twice-weekly lessons with Salieri, went to concerts and opera performances, undertook some private teaching, attended the regular [family] orchestra rehearsals at Frischling’s, and presumably enjoyed moments of relaxation and exercise, his productivity was phenomenal … If a true composer is one who can seldom escape the compulsion to compose, Schubert was probably the truest composer of all time.