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Have You Ever Thrown a Drink in Someone's Face?
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i gave serious thought to it one time. alas, i could not get myself to waste good beer so i drained the entire imperial pint in one go, stood up, gave a salute and walked out. i felt that was 90% as good as the throwing of the drink with 100% less waste.
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21st birthday. Way too many shots down my gullet already, when a friend came with one more. I said no way. He said, "down it, pussy." I took the shot and threw it in his face. Then promptly began vomiting.
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I once set off one of those little stink bombs in a bar in the Castro. We all fell out in the street, laughing. No drinks, though.
8
My first wife was in the UK, I don't know about when -- 80s, maybe. Walking up the stairs in a two-level pub with a fresh pint, someone pinched her butt. Turning around to remonstrate, she noticed her drink was starting to spill, began to correct it, then decided to go for it, and dumped the whole pint directly into the pincher's upturned face from about half a foot above.
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Never threw a drink in someone's face, but once walked up to a guy who owed me a few hundred bucks, took his newly purchased PBR pint from his hand, drank it in a couple of gulps, and told him to stay the fuck out of my bar until he paid me back.
Never saw the scrub again.
Never saw the scrub again.
10
At a party I threw up on the girl who was sleeping with my boyfriend, and my stomach was pretty full of Boone's Farm "Sangria," not to mention sweet and sour chicken. I am going to say this counts, since I was vomitin' mad.
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Saw it happen once, but nobody I knew could give me the details. You know what's worse than never having done it? Having seen it done, but NOT KNOWING THE STORY.
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Ten comments so far, all sharing stories about how they have NOT thrown a drink in someone's face. The internet is interesting.
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I did it by accident a couple of weeks back. Standing in the crowd in the El Corazon Lounge for the Goddamn Gallows show, a woman and I smiled at each other and she raised her glass in a toast. My hands were empty, so I kind of high-fived her back. I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing and I'm clumsy as shit anyway, so the result was a shocked expression on her face as I knock her glass and basically shower beer all over her face, hair, and clothing.
She must have been in a good mood - I escaped without punching, slapping or yelling
She must have been in a good mood - I escaped without punching, slapping or yelling
15
On summer break from my uber-liberal college, I went to Boston to visit my boyfriend. We went to a party at his best friend's house, who I had never met before. I had several beers, and the best friend kept making racist comments about various people on TV (so turn off the fucking TV, right?). I'd had enough, and was appalled that my boyfriend was friends with this guy, and impulsively threw my beer in his face. My boyfriend immediately excused us from the party and we went home.
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Paul's concern seems unfounded. Unless you're wearing your phone under your hat or as an earring. Or have REALLY abysmal aim.
Last year I was dating a drunkard of a girl and in the midst of a discussion I told her that she talks shit when she's drunk. That didn't sit well and she raised her glass (I believe) to toss it, but then restrained herself. Seems as close as I've come. Then a few weeks later we were back at her place late one night having another discussion and I paused to have a sip of something from a coffee cup. She smacked said cup as it was in my mouth and jammed it up against my teeth, but I escaped this encounter dry & unharmed as well. Gosh, I miss her.
Last year I was dating a drunkard of a girl and in the midst of a discussion I told her that she talks shit when she's drunk. That didn't sit well and she raised her glass (I believe) to toss it, but then restrained herself. Seems as close as I've come. Then a few weeks later we were back at her place late one night having another discussion and I paused to have a sip of something from a coffee cup. She smacked said cup as it was in my mouth and jammed it up against my teeth, but I escaped this encounter dry & unharmed as well. Gosh, I miss her.
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I’m proud to say I threw a drink in someone’s face about 10 years ago. I was at a club when a guy I was dancing with insulted me. I immediately left the dance floor and 5 minutes later, after not being able to stand it anymore, I grabbed a drink out of my friend’s hand and gave it to him full in the face. His shocked expression was priceless. I was even ready to knee him had he advanced toward me. He stomped out of the club instead.
It’s a very liberating feeling to do this - one reserved only for those who would tell a boss to shove it for good or pay off a mortgage from a robber bank while writing them a no-more-business-from-me letter.
It’s a very liberating feeling to do this - one reserved only for those who would tell a boss to shove it for good or pay off a mortgage from a robber bank while writing them a no-more-business-from-me letter.
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Vancouver, 1973: pitcher(!) of beer thrown in my face by best friend; soaked to the waist. We were escorted to the curb on the Gastown street. Two years later at birthday celebration, three-layer cake smashed in my face.
Good laughs had by all.
Good laughs had by all.
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Sounds like a consensual scene waiting to happen. I bet you could negotiate a scene like that at the CSPC, and I bet it would be fun!
20
Multiple times. Here are some highlights;
It was 2000, and my UW friends and I were visiting a HS friend in Pullman (WSU). We were at a house party in enemy territory and I spotted my prey. This chick was so wasted- she could barely tell which way was up. As the night went on, and I had consumed numerous brewskies, I decided it would be entertaining to see how drunk this girl actually was. I stood behind here and proceeded to pour my beer over her head. She didn’t flinch and my friends and I were hysterical with laughter.
Florence, Italy, circa 2002. I was studying abroad and my friend and we decided to go out to one of the clubs for his 21st birthday. We had both joined a study abroad program that originated on the East Coast, so we had a lot of meaty Jersey Shore types among us. That particular night- the club was full of them. Greasy hair guys an girls with fake Gucci bags. One guy approached me and we somehow got into an altercation. He called me an anorexic bitch. We exchanged words and somehow I had offended him to the point of him spitting in my face. I not only threw my drink in his face (hair pomade actually wicks away the cocktail quite well) I also threw my drink glass at him, which shattered right above his face on the wall. Then the mafia showed up and the group disappeared out the back door.
The rest of my college years (even before I was in Italy) I spent quite a few parties pouring beer over various frat guys, just for fun. It was not as aggressive as splashing a drink in one's face, but it does still count. There were a handfull of times when I would leave a party covered in beer as well. Good times.
It was 2000, and my UW friends and I were visiting a HS friend in Pullman (WSU). We were at a house party in enemy territory and I spotted my prey. This chick was so wasted- she could barely tell which way was up. As the night went on, and I had consumed numerous brewskies, I decided it would be entertaining to see how drunk this girl actually was. I stood behind here and proceeded to pour my beer over her head. She didn’t flinch and my friends and I were hysterical with laughter.
Florence, Italy, circa 2002. I was studying abroad and my friend and we decided to go out to one of the clubs for his 21st birthday. We had both joined a study abroad program that originated on the East Coast, so we had a lot of meaty Jersey Shore types among us. That particular night- the club was full of them. Greasy hair guys an girls with fake Gucci bags. One guy approached me and we somehow got into an altercation. He called me an anorexic bitch. We exchanged words and somehow I had offended him to the point of him spitting in my face. I not only threw my drink in his face (hair pomade actually wicks away the cocktail quite well) I also threw my drink glass at him, which shattered right above his face on the wall. Then the mafia showed up and the group disappeared out the back door.
The rest of my college years (even before I was in Italy) I spent quite a few parties pouring beer over various frat guys, just for fun. It was not as aggressive as splashing a drink in one's face, but it does still count. There were a handfull of times when I would leave a party covered in beer as well. Good times.
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I have never thrown a drink in anyone's face, but I did throw a punch at a guy. I was on a blind date. We were with 3 other people going out to a bar. It was snowy and icy out, and the driver was having fun sliding around. I did not appreciate it, as there were not enough seatbelts to go around. After he lost control and ran into a telephone pole, I hit my head against the windshield. About that time I felt that if my head hurt, his should too. As everyone else was asking if everyone was ok, I doubled up my fist and slammed it into the driver's face. He then informed me that I would not be getting a ride home from him! No Shit Asshole. The rest of us exited, and found another way home. That was the last time I saw any of them, and the last blind date I ever went on. Does this count?
23
I don't see that much difference between this and waxing nostalgic for the days when a husband could beat a woman if she "deserved" it.
The gendered assumptions here are that if a man violates the rules of chivalry, then he may have drink thrown on him, or perhaps be slapped. Those same rules give a husband the authority for corporal punishment of his wife.
Nostalgia for the good old days when people of privilege could get away with acting like an animal, and people without privilege were ignored. See "Mad Men".
The gendered assumptions here are that if a man violates the rules of chivalry, then he may have drink thrown on him, or perhaps be slapped. Those same rules give a husband the authority for corporal punishment of his wife.
Nostalgia for the good old days when people of privilege could get away with acting like an animal, and people without privilege were ignored. See "Mad Men".
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Yes, but only water. Throwing water at people is a great form of purely symbolic violence, because it annoys them and ruins their outfit temporarily but they can't claim you harmed them, so I did it several times in my teens and then once during a domestic incident a few years ago (a gallon bottle, no less). Oh, and last year I playfully tipped some from my water-glass over the head of a coworker who'd just made a racist unfunny nonjoke. I wouldn't worry too much about cellphones, either - my partner dropped his iphone in our dog's water-bowl last year, thus completely submerging it in several inches of water for a few seconds, and it was working fine ten minutes later.
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My personal favorite story occurred during the 2011 Emerald City Classic. My good friend Rickey was being...less than pleasant toward an individual he didn't care for, and may have been making fun of this guy over a underwear stuffing incident at an underwear party.
So this guy - Andre, I believe? - took to the drink throwing - a glass of water.
Joke was on him, though - it was very hot outside, so it was more of a blessing than anything else.
So this guy - Andre, I believe? - took to the drink throwing - a glass of water.
Joke was on him, though - it was very hot outside, so it was more of a blessing than anything else.
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@23 I have to agree with that sentiment. Don't throw an alcoholic drink into someone's eyes unless you are willing to be punched or otherwise drawn into a physical fight. You never quite know how someone is going to react to that.
You'd like to think most guys on the make would take it as a sign to buzz off, but if they're already drunk and horny.....
You'd like to think most guys on the make would take it as a sign to buzz off, but if they're already drunk and horny.....
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While it is true that people have electronic devices these days, people generally used to dress better. So the relative costs of damaging things is probably a wash. Unless you throw a drink at someone who is both electronically endowed AND wearing couture. In that case, they probably deserve it.
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@16: I always keep my phone in my front breast pocket. Pretty sure it would wind up soaked if someone tossed a full pint at my face area.
I have had a water thrown in my face. An ex of mine got mad when she got carded and wasn't allowed into a bar. I came out from the bar to find out what was going on, she threw the contents of her water bottle in my face while screaming at me, and then she ran away. She was an actress. We were not together long after that, but I have to admit that I'm glad someone threw a drink in my face, just like I'm glad I got to throw pies into people's faces one time. Sometimes, life should be just like the movies.
I have had a water thrown in my face. An ex of mine got mad when she got carded and wasn't allowed into a bar. I came out from the bar to find out what was going on, she threw the contents of her water bottle in my face while screaming at me, and then she ran away. She was an actress. We were not together long after that, but I have to admit that I'm glad someone threw a drink in my face, just like I'm glad I got to throw pies into people's faces one time. Sometimes, life should be just like the movies.
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Two stories--the first was my mom, throwing her gin and tonic in the face of her drunk brother-in-law who'd just made a too-complimentary comment about her ass. This being the late 60s, it was waved away as "he'd had too much to drink" and "wasn't she a feisty little lady."
The second was me, sober and furious as a sophomore in college, throwing a plastic cup of vodka in the face of my boyfriend's roommate. I don't even remember what specifically that asshole said, just that he deserved it.
The second was me, sober and furious as a sophomore in college, throwing a plastic cup of vodka in the face of my boyfriend's roommate. I don't even remember what specifically that asshole said, just that he deserved it.
30
In college I poured a root beer over a boyfriend's head, but I've never thrown a drink in someone's face. Now I want to!
31
Super drunk at a bar, friends going to away to law school party. Some douche didn't believe that I was drinking water form a PBR tall boy can. Then he said something like "someone needs to control their bitch", so I splashed water from it on his face. And then minutes later I didn't remember doing it which made him livid. First and only time I've ever done that.
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i work security at a concert venue, i learned the hard way to first take someone's drink from them before you try to evict them from the premisses... i'm in general mostly just happy when its only the drink flung at my face and not the glass too.
curious related bouncer story, all this "i'm sorry, i was so drunk, i didnt know what i was doing" people almost always manage to wait until I or a co-worker retrieve their jackets from the cloackroom before they attempt to punch me, spit at me or kick the (steel) doors.... guess its a very selective "i was so drunk i didnt know what i was doing" drunk i always say.
curious related bouncer story, all this "i'm sorry, i was so drunk, i didnt know what i was doing" people almost always manage to wait until I or a co-worker retrieve their jackets from the cloackroom before they attempt to punch me, spit at me or kick the (steel) doors.... guess its a very selective "i was so drunk i didnt know what i was doing" drunk i always say.
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Old friends in town, went out on the town, late night stop at dicks, dear friend kept bugging me to eat, not take a nap.there I was, sleeping away in the back of a rental car, he begins poking me and sticking his French fry in my ear. I asked for a drink of his milkshake and let him have it right in the face. Strawberry. It was priceless. Not my finest moment but it did feel great. Avis was not amused.
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Regarding damaging people's expensive technology - if they are acting like a big bag of dicks, then who cares? Maybe they shouldn't carry so much useless crap around while acting like an asshat - I wear glasses and don't make a lot of money, which definitely influences how and when I choose to engage in confrontation that could become physical.
I once spat in someone's face when they told me I ought to "control my woman." What made it funny was that my partner also spat in his face at the same time. Not drink throwing, but whatthehell.
I once spat in someone's face when they told me I ought to "control my woman." What made it funny was that my partner also spat in his face at the same time. Not drink throwing, but whatthehell.
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My favorite story like this is about a friend of mine who was a really great writer (and is now an editor at an alt-weekly), who had grown up in a rough area of Detroit. He had been a skinhead when he was younger and had done several years in the military before getting out and publishing probably the best 'zine I'd ever read. One night he was drinking with a writer's group we were both members of, near a table of more mainstream, status-conscious journalists and poets. One in particular began baiting him, and he let it slide for awhile, and then quickly, briefly, cruelly mocked the guy for the cursory and callow quality of his prose. I forget what he said because of what happened next: The offended writer from the other group stood up, walked over, and punched my comrade in the face. My friend just sat there for a minute, blood dribbling out of his nose, picked up his glass of Scotch, drank a little, and then laughed. The other guy got so furious he ran out of the bar.
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I was dating a guy who left for a year to study abroad. We broke up before he left, and tried to stay friends. He wrote me a lot from abroad, and told me he still had feelings for me. We agreed to talk it over when he got back to the states. When he finally got back, we had beers. Then again. And again- no talking about us. Finally, one night he invited some friends to happy hour, but only two came to meet him- one of them was me. The other? When she got up to go to the bathroom, he turns to me and says "So... that's my new girlfriend." I had a drink in my hand- it was decent scotch. I considered throwing it in his face and walking out, but I thought that I would regret it later. Indeed, to this day, I REGRET NOT THROWING MY SCOTCH IN HIS FACE. We're pretty good buds now, but still. That was probably my one chance, and I'm convinced that it would have been justifiable.
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At a Helios Creed concert at the Mab many years ago. I was standing next to the stage when Helios came over, leaned down... and bit my neck painfully hard. He tried the same maneuver on the woman next to me, who threw her drink in his face. He didn't try to bite anyone else that show.
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Late night RoseBud patio...total DB sat down spouting racial slurs, out of nowhere, at a table of asian ladies. Uncomfortable as it was everyone on the patio thought it would pass. Persisent son of a bitch. He continued..furious, I stood up poured my drink into his face and told him what I thought of him. All the while hoping he wasnt going to punch me in the face! If he was verbally abusing a table of ladies, what was going to stop him from punching tje girl who threw a drink in his face!
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Eech. I was in a fight with my girlfriend and trying my damndest to answer her complaints and also de-escalate the situation, to no avail. I finally said "Please, let's talk about this in the morning, when we're sober. Please come to bed." She refused and wanted to keep fighting. I got into bed. Then she threw her drink on me. I kicked her out back to her place. That was the beginning of the end.
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i sorta did this once. i walk four blocks to a bus stop every morning. i cross a big intersection - 5 lanes. there are two right turn lanes. often, as i'm crossing, the right turners want to turn right on red because wow! they see no cars coming! however there's me, the pedestrian, using the crosswalk in front of them (i have the green, AND the blinking walk signal). these right turners often don't remember the pedestrian, and start to zoom through the crosswalk. people often almost hit me. one time a guy in his SUV, hurrying to get to work, came within inches of me and was SOOOOO surprised to GASP see a pedestrian right there virtually on top of his hood!
I got so mad I tossed the whole mug of coffee that I was carrying onto his windshield. It sure FELT like I had tossed it onto his face.
The look on his face as he turned on his windshield wipers was priceless.
I got so mad I tossed the whole mug of coffee that I was carrying onto his windshield. It sure FELT like I had tossed it onto his face.
The look on his face as he turned on his windshield wipers was priceless.
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I had a friend throw a drink in my face at Brass in 2005. Fortunately he was already quite drunk and hadn't realized that we'd gotten the waitress to bring him a "martini" that was just water in a cocktail glass.
After he threw it I broke out laughing.
After he threw it I broke out laughing.
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I haven't, because while cool, it's technically battery and will probably then lead to more battery. On you. BATTERAY! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m99ybtk4Q…
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One of my exes once thew a glass of red wine at me while we were still together. Including the glass.
I dodged it, but we weren't going to get the security deposit back on that apartment.
I dodged it, but we weren't going to get the security deposit back on that apartment.
47
does ice water count? c'mon, it was high school.
i marched up to this very popular guy who had been bullying me and my boyfriend over a period of time, but quite egregiously that morning, and threw the whole cup in his face (in front of all his friends) and yelled loudly, "that's for the cracks you made about my boyfriend, ASSHOLE!" he promptly grabbed me by the neck and threw me up against a locker and called me a fucking whore. i don't exactly remember how it all ended, it happened so fast, but yeah.
i marched up to this very popular guy who had been bullying me and my boyfriend over a period of time, but quite egregiously that morning, and threw the whole cup in his face (in front of all his friends) and yelled loudly, "that's for the cracks you made about my boyfriend, ASSHOLE!" he promptly grabbed me by the neck and threw me up against a locker and called me a fucking whore. i don't exactly remember how it all ended, it happened so fast, but yeah.
48
I once threw a drink in my own face when a particularly cute guy walked past me and I needed to cool off a little.
This amused my friends.
This amused my friends.
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@48 that's funny :D
i did fall asleep sitting up in bed with a glass of wine once, and with a really hearty twitch, threw the glass all over myself. mostly my face but it went everywhere. whoops.
i did fall asleep sitting up in bed with a glass of wine once, and with a really hearty twitch, threw the glass all over myself. mostly my face but it went everywhere. whoops.
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Back when the drinking age in Idaho was still 19 I got in a crazy bar fight and hit over the head with a bottle. It did not break like in the movies. It went "KONK!" and blood proceeded to flow into my eyes. I heard this preceded with the words "Fuck you! Nez!" (I learned later this was the local red neck slang for native Nez Perce). I got in a shot or two and then crawled under a table to die.
A women later helped me up and threw a drink in my face to clean up all the blood and to wake me up to the fact I'd better get outta there. I did.
A shot gun blew out the front door about 90 seconds later.
I shit you not.
A women later helped me up and threw a drink in my face to clean up all the blood and to wake me up to the fact I'd better get outta there. I did.
A shot gun blew out the front door about 90 seconds later.
I shit you not.
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I am sufficiently amused by this, Megan, to offer to let you throw a drink in my face. Water, please, unless you give me notice to bring spare clothes :) heck, I could even return water (that's like returning fire, I guess, but with water) if you like. Maybe at a Slog event? We could argue about hockey or cupcakes or something. It's not a fetish or anything; the concept just amuses me, as I have never been a drink-thrower nor a drink-target...
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Ralph Nader apparently gets drinks thrown in his face a lot. And, before you blame this on disgruntled Gore supporters, I've heard stories dating back to at least the early '80s.
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@23: "I don't see that much difference between this and waxing nostalgic for the days when a husband could beat a woman if she "deserved" it.
The gendered assumptions here are that if a man violates the rules of chivalry, then he may have drink thrown on him, or perhaps be slapped. Those same rules give a husband the authority for corporal punishment of his wife.
Nostalgia for the good old days when people of privilege could get away with acting like an animal, and people without privilege were ignored. See "Mad Men"."
Boy are you privileged AND projecting. Especially if you conflate domestic violence with throwing a drink on someone.
The gendered assumptions here are that if a man violates the rules of chivalry, then he may have drink thrown on him, or perhaps be slapped. Those same rules give a husband the authority for corporal punishment of his wife.
Nostalgia for the good old days when people of privilege could get away with acting like an animal, and people without privilege were ignored. See "Mad Men"."
Boy are you privileged AND projecting. Especially if you conflate domestic violence with throwing a drink on someone.
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Paul (@28),
That was the one scenario (device in breast pocket coupled with thrown drink being a full pint) I'd thought of that could be problematic for the throwee. Given the rarity of that scenario -- seriously, I don't think I know anyone else who keeps a phone in that pocket -- I think you should feel free to throw drinks at will.
That was the one scenario (device in breast pocket coupled with thrown drink being a full pint) I'd thought of that could be problematic for the throwee. Given the rarity of that scenario -- seriously, I don't think I know anyone else who keeps a phone in that pocket -- I think you should feel free to throw drinks at will.
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@54
I'd log out and comment anonymously too if I was going to say something as inane as "I know you are but what am I?"
I'd log out and comment anonymously too if I was going to say something as inane as "I know you are but what am I?"
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In Paris ~2003, at a Brazilian bar called Favela Chic that was so crowded and hot and sweaty that the bar tenders regularly hosed down the crowd with water from behind the bar. We were all sloppy drunk and my date kept buying me caipirinhas, which were pretty expensive. I guess I decided I'd had enough to drink so the last one he bought me, I just poured it all down his chest instead of imbibing it. I thought it was so funny. He didn't seem to mind. It certainly didn't slow us down any...
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The "class clown" threw a cup of champagne in my face as I walked into a New Year's party in high school. This was the 1980s, and I wore so much makeup that the champagne kind of beaded up and started to fizzle on my pancaked skin in this weird, creepy, sizzley way. He was like "hahahaha! …Oh." I was mortified.
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I did it once during my final year of undergrad. I was dancing with my boyfriend at the time, and some huge frat-bro kept aggressively grabbing me and grinding up against my ass. After repeatedly telling him to stop touching me and physically pushing him away, I realized he wasn't going to get the hint. So the next time he humped me I "accidentally" spilled my huge vodka and cranberry all over his light colored shirt. He got pissed, but then some random 5 foot tall drunk girl in a black mini dress got in between us and started screaming at him about how he's a cad, and then the rest of his frat bros physically dragged him away. All of this unfolded during the song Empire State of Mind, so I think of it every time I hear it.
No regrets. Especially since it was $1.50 wells night.
No regrets. Especially since it was $1.50 wells night.
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I was eating alone at one of the nicer restaurants in Seattle, which will remain unnamed. It was a delicious meal, but near the end of it, a man I did not recognize came up to me very suddenly and aggressively. He said I owed him money, and had been dodging him, and that he was very disappointed to see me eating such an expensive meal, when I hadn't payed him.
I told him I'd never seen him before in my life, that I didn't know what he was talking about, and he started getting furious. He started speaking a foreign language I didn't recognize, yelling and gesticulating wildly. All the waitstaff was ignoring him. So I tried to diffuse the situation. I asked him to sit down and tell me who he thought I was and what he thought he owed me.
So he sat down and told me I was a name I'd never heard before. "Nate." Not my name. He told me I borrowed money from him and then disappeared, leaving behind an abandoned apartment. He said we could straighten this out if I payed him right away, but otherwise he was not the kind of person to owe money too. I showed him my ID, not Nate, but he was sure I was Nate. The waiter came over and left my coffee. The man said "So, are you gonna pay me?"
Well hell no I wasn't. So I told him to fuck right off, and he splashed coffee all over my face. Then he started hitting me right in the middle of the restaurant. Giving me a proper mafia beatdown in front of everyone. I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover, and I'm rich, so I said, "fine, I'll pay, how much?"
Then he said "About tree fiddy." It was at that time I noticed he wasn't a mafioso Joe Pesci copycat, but a 500 ft tall monster from the paleolithic era. So I said "God Damn Loch Ness Monster, I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy."
I told him I'd never seen him before in my life, that I didn't know what he was talking about, and he started getting furious. He started speaking a foreign language I didn't recognize, yelling and gesticulating wildly. All the waitstaff was ignoring him. So I tried to diffuse the situation. I asked him to sit down and tell me who he thought I was and what he thought he owed me.
So he sat down and told me I was a name I'd never heard before. "Nate." Not my name. He told me I borrowed money from him and then disappeared, leaving behind an abandoned apartment. He said we could straighten this out if I payed him right away, but otherwise he was not the kind of person to owe money too. I showed him my ID, not Nate, but he was sure I was Nate. The waiter came over and left my coffee. The man said "So, are you gonna pay me?"
Well hell no I wasn't. So I told him to fuck right off, and he splashed coffee all over my face. Then he started hitting me right in the middle of the restaurant. Giving me a proper mafia beatdown in front of everyone. I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover, and I'm rich, so I said, "fine, I'll pay, how much?"
Then he said "About tree fiddy." It was at that time I noticed he wasn't a mafioso Joe Pesci copycat, but a 500 ft tall monster from the paleolithic era. So I said "God Damn Loch Ness Monster, I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy."
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If water counts, I have a story. And I will try to keep this brief:
In September of 1995, I was living in Tampa, because I was a 23 year old moron. I moved there to be with a girl who was cheating on me with both another man and a woman. And she was doing heroin. (Proof that I was a moron: I was more bothered by the cheating.) We lived with her mom.
It was a typical co-dependant psychological warfare kind of relationship. Which means that every now and again, things were great. She loved me and wouldn't shut up about it. I felt loved. And everybody was happy. Until her next outburst. One night, she showed up at my workplace to claim her car from me, which she needed to go score some drugs. The security guard in the building couldnt find me at first because I was in the bathroom, so I was late getting word that she was waiting for me at the front desk. When I got there, she served me a verbal dressdown and name calling combo platter in front of this guard. I gave her the keys while constantly apologizing for... I don't know. Going to the bathroom I guess. When I got back to my desk, I was suddenly angry. I'd been angry a lot of the time we were together. It was what we did.
I left work a few hours early and made it back to her mom's house. The girl wasn't there, still off scoring drugs. I had calmed down some and, when she came home, I decided to have a nice friendly talk with her. I walked down the hall to her room -- oh, yeah, even though we were dating, we had to have separate rooms, not because of her mom but because she was into control and mind games -- and when I saw her sitting on her bed, the calm that had come over me vanished. And for the first time in our nine month long relationship/war/whatever it was, I screamed at her. I yelled at her that if she ever tried embarrassing me in front of people like that, I was leaving. (Again, I didn't even yell at her when she cheated on me with various people. I just cried a lot.)
Anyhow, at first she cowered in fear (which made me feel like an asshole for about half a second) then she tried to kick me. (She had hit me a couple of weeks before when I called her out on her heroin habit. I did not hit back because I'm no dummy, just a punching bag.) I had a glass of water in my hand. I threw the contents -- but not the glass -- at her. It hit her right in the face. She jumped up, grabbed a stick or broomhandle of some sort and started chasing me down the hall, swinging it madly and screaming about how she was sorry and she just wanted to come home and be nice to me and how dare I get mad at her, and then she starts crying and her mom has to comfort her saying that she's not such a bad person and she's been doing better (because mom had no idea she was just out scoring heroin in a neighborhood where, a month previous, three teenagers were shot to death over a dime bag of marijuana.) I felt like a real jerk because I... well, I don't know. It was such a twisted, horrible relationship. Thankfully, I have never had one like it since.
I moved back home a couple of weeks later. Never did marry that girl, either.
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In September of 1995, I was living in Tampa, because I was a 23 year old moron. I moved there to be with a girl who was cheating on me with both another man and a woman. And she was doing heroin. (Proof that I was a moron: I was more bothered by the cheating.) We lived with her mom.
It was a typical co-dependant psychological warfare kind of relationship. Which means that every now and again, things were great. She loved me and wouldn't shut up about it. I felt loved. And everybody was happy. Until her next outburst. One night, she showed up at my workplace to claim her car from me, which she needed to go score some drugs. The security guard in the building couldnt find me at first because I was in the bathroom, so I was late getting word that she was waiting for me at the front desk. When I got there, she served me a verbal dressdown and name calling combo platter in front of this guard. I gave her the keys while constantly apologizing for... I don't know. Going to the bathroom I guess. When I got back to my desk, I was suddenly angry. I'd been angry a lot of the time we were together. It was what we did.
I left work a few hours early and made it back to her mom's house. The girl wasn't there, still off scoring drugs. I had calmed down some and, when she came home, I decided to have a nice friendly talk with her. I walked down the hall to her room -- oh, yeah, even though we were dating, we had to have separate rooms, not because of her mom but because she was into control and mind games -- and when I saw her sitting on her bed, the calm that had come over me vanished. And for the first time in our nine month long relationship/war/whatever it was, I screamed at her. I yelled at her that if she ever tried embarrassing me in front of people like that, I was leaving. (Again, I didn't even yell at her when she cheated on me with various people. I just cried a lot.)
Anyhow, at first she cowered in fear (which made me feel like an asshole for about half a second) then she tried to kick me. (She had hit me a couple of weeks before when I called her out on her heroin habit. I did not hit back because I'm no dummy, just a punching bag.) I had a glass of water in my hand. I threw the contents -- but not the glass -- at her. It hit her right in the face. She jumped up, grabbed a stick or broomhandle of some sort and started chasing me down the hall, swinging it madly and screaming about how she was sorry and she just wanted to come home and be nice to me and how dare I get mad at her, and then she starts crying and her mom has to comfort her saying that she's not such a bad person and she's been doing better (because mom had no idea she was just out scoring heroin in a neighborhood where, a month previous, three teenagers were shot to death over a dime bag of marijuana.) I felt like a real jerk because I... well, I don't know. It was such a twisted, horrible relationship. Thankfully, I have never had one like it since.
I moved back home a couple of weeks later. Never did marry that girl, either.
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No surprise. I've got one for yall. And it's a double.
M, are you reading?
Flowers, circa 2004. Having a drink with a perpetual friend of friends, someone I could never quite click with. I concede a sensitive secret- that I have the hots big-time for her best friend, a renown beauty. In fact, I was secretly dating her friend at the time (fucking, living with, the works). She looks at me and laughs in my face and says "Do you know how many guys are in line to date X??" (I did, as I'd known X for years. But it was my time damnit.) So this just basically pressed my button, hard. I proceeded to tell her what I've wanted to say for a long time but never articulated. I looked her in the eye across the table and told her, calmly the first time, "M, you are a fucking bitch." Then my calm eroded a bit because it felt so good to say. The next one was more stern. "M. You are a fucking BITCH." God that felt good. One more time. "M. You are a FUCKING BITCH."
About 2 seconds passed, eye to eye stare down. Next thing I knew I had a full pint of Elysian in my face. Hmm. Confusion. So I threw me full pint of water in her face. Walked out. Started the walk back to the Hill, but luckily a friend was driving by with his girlfriend and picked me up. A girlfriend he stole from me, but that's another story and no drinks were thrown in that one.
M, if you are reading, hope you are well. I definitely am!
M, are you reading?
Flowers, circa 2004. Having a drink with a perpetual friend of friends, someone I could never quite click with. I concede a sensitive secret- that I have the hots big-time for her best friend, a renown beauty. In fact, I was secretly dating her friend at the time (fucking, living with, the works). She looks at me and laughs in my face and says "Do you know how many guys are in line to date X??" (I did, as I'd known X for years. But it was my time damnit.) So this just basically pressed my button, hard. I proceeded to tell her what I've wanted to say for a long time but never articulated. I looked her in the eye across the table and told her, calmly the first time, "M, you are a fucking bitch." Then my calm eroded a bit because it felt so good to say. The next one was more stern. "M. You are a fucking BITCH." God that felt good. One more time. "M. You are a FUCKING BITCH."
About 2 seconds passed, eye to eye stare down. Next thing I knew I had a full pint of Elysian in my face. Hmm. Confusion. So I threw me full pint of water in her face. Walked out. Started the walk back to the Hill, but luckily a friend was driving by with his girlfriend and picked me up. A girlfriend he stole from me, but that's another story and no drinks were thrown in that one.
M, if you are reading, hope you are well. I definitely am!
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@61 I am first in line for the Jason Josephes autobio / memoir / names changed to protect himself legally "novel."
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Surprisingly, No. But I did once wet the bed while crashed out w/ 2 of my male housemates in college. While wearing a T shirt that said " you're soaking in it"...and yes, yes we all were
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@65. Part of the growing up process I guess. That was when we were in our early 20s, so sure. Nice of you to be a condescending prick though.
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I've thrown a drink in someones face once. Here is the story from the eBook version of my book, The Best Party Ever - How to Throw a House Party. This is one of the four Random Party Stories in the book;
Every year I host a Super Bowl party. In the invite I used to put a warning that the party was not for the timid. Things could get pretty wild and the language was sure to offend. This party was the one time of the year that my brother Brad and I would really let loose. One year my brother started a small food fight in my basement. Another year we had fun breaking bottles. Not in a hostile way I assure you—there is no arguing or fighting at my parties. No, we broke bottles for fun. Like most wild events someone was bound to go and ruin things. Little did I know that person would be me.
My liquor of choice that day was tequila. I started out with a few beers to coat my stomach. It wasn’t long before I was walking around the party with a tray full of shots, limes and salt; trying to get as many people as I could to take a tequila shot. During the third round I ended up in front of my brother’s good friend Bill. He wouldn’t take a shot with me, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was a Mexican standoff. I don’t know why but I thought it would be a good idea to throw the shot in his face. For some reason Bill didn’t go to the next five or six parties.
From there things just got worse. I stood on my deck throwing bottles against the rocks on our hill. Apparently when my brother isn’t breaking bottles with me it’s not fun. Well, at least that’s what people told me.
It was around that time that I took off running and did a back flip into my hot tub; which was full of people. Nobody was happy with that move. They were yelling things like, “You could have broken your neck you idiot!” In my mind they were high-fiving me.
Later that evening after everyone left, I was lying on the couch watching TV with my brother and my roommate. For some reason I didn’t feel very well. Probably something I ate. My brother looked at me with displeasure; got up off the couch, walked over and slapped me hard across my face. Without saying a word he walked back over to his seat and continued to watch TV. What makes this funny now is because my family is very passive. At the time I didn’t see the humor in it.
A few weeks later I was listening to Howard Stern. At one point in the show Howard chastised Ronnie-the-limo-driver for disrespecting guests at a block party Ronnie helped throw. Howard let Ronnie have it for a solid half hour. He ripped him up one end and out the other, but it felt like Howard was talking to me. I pulled my car over and sat like a boy getting punished in the principles office. “What the hell were you thinking?’ What the hell indeed? I vowed right then and there never to drink tequila at a party again.
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Every year I host a Super Bowl party. In the invite I used to put a warning that the party was not for the timid. Things could get pretty wild and the language was sure to offend. This party was the one time of the year that my brother Brad and I would really let loose. One year my brother started a small food fight in my basement. Another year we had fun breaking bottles. Not in a hostile way I assure you—there is no arguing or fighting at my parties. No, we broke bottles for fun. Like most wild events someone was bound to go and ruin things. Little did I know that person would be me.
My liquor of choice that day was tequila. I started out with a few beers to coat my stomach. It wasn’t long before I was walking around the party with a tray full of shots, limes and salt; trying to get as many people as I could to take a tequila shot. During the third round I ended up in front of my brother’s good friend Bill. He wouldn’t take a shot with me, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was a Mexican standoff. I don’t know why but I thought it would be a good idea to throw the shot in his face. For some reason Bill didn’t go to the next five or six parties.
From there things just got worse. I stood on my deck throwing bottles against the rocks on our hill. Apparently when my brother isn’t breaking bottles with me it’s not fun. Well, at least that’s what people told me.
It was around that time that I took off running and did a back flip into my hot tub; which was full of people. Nobody was happy with that move. They were yelling things like, “You could have broken your neck you idiot!” In my mind they were high-fiving me.
Later that evening after everyone left, I was lying on the couch watching TV with my brother and my roommate. For some reason I didn’t feel very well. Probably something I ate. My brother looked at me with displeasure; got up off the couch, walked over and slapped me hard across my face. Without saying a word he walked back over to his seat and continued to watch TV. What makes this funny now is because my family is very passive. At the time I didn’t see the humor in it.
A few weeks later I was listening to Howard Stern. At one point in the show Howard chastised Ronnie-the-limo-driver for disrespecting guests at a block party Ronnie helped throw. Howard let Ronnie have it for a solid half hour. He ripped him up one end and out the other, but it felt like Howard was talking to me. I pulled my car over and sat like a boy getting punished in the principles office. “What the hell were you thinking?’ What the hell indeed? I vowed right then and there never to drink tequila at a party again.
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I have two stories: First, I was at a friend's party. She lived with her boyfriend, who I thought was kind of a dick. There was a group of us circled in the kitchen. My friend mentioned to me in passing something about an ex-boyfriend. Current boyfriend (who, BTW, is today a well-known musician) overheard our conversation and proceeded to throw his bottle of beer--across the kitchen--at my friend. Said the boyfriend,"Don't you EVER compare me to _____!" The beer missed my friend but hit the wall between us, shattering and splattering us with brew. Luckily, no one was hurt by the broken glass. I've never ceased thinking what a giant A-hole boyfriend was/is, now famous and all. Lucky for friend, he became an ex.
Second story: Another friend had a falling out with her sister. We were at a club, and my friend was upset that her sister had turned up. My friend revealed to me that her sister called my boyfriend the N-word. Already fueled with liquid courage, I took the pitcher of beer my friend and I were sharing, walked over to friend's sister, and dumped the pitcher over her head. We scuffled but I quickly exited the club and hailed a cab.
Stupid youth and twenties. Such drama.
Second story: Another friend had a falling out with her sister. We were at a club, and my friend was upset that her sister had turned up. My friend revealed to me that her sister called my boyfriend the N-word. Already fueled with liquid courage, I took the pitcher of beer my friend and I were sharing, walked over to friend's sister, and dumped the pitcher over her head. We scuffled but I quickly exited the club and hailed a cab.
Stupid youth and twenties. Such drama.
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@20 - you poured a beer over a girl's head simply because you could? And then you and your pals got a good laugh about it? And now you're bragging about it? You sound like quite a lovely person.
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Once, when I was a kid I dropped a glass of ice water in someone's lap. I saw a creep verbally abusing his girlfriend/wife at a restaurant. They were at another table and total strangers. His loud harassment was disturbing everyone's meal in the place and the staff disappeared into the back and refused to deal. While the grown ups were having a whisper debate on what should be done, I stood up and walked over to their table and I dropped a glass of ice water in his lap. He shut up immediately. I spun on heel and returned to my family's table. The waitstaff miraculously reappeared and normal conversation resumed. They paid their bill and left (I think separately) and nothing was ever said about it.
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Back in the day when my parents were dating, my dad took my mom to see "The Great Gatsby" in the theatre. Her reaction was to dump her post-movie milkshake over his head. The story still gets pulled out at parties some 40-odd years later.
I once dumped a drink on someone--a random popped-collar jock with a baseball cap just so on his head, who thought it would be funny to grab my ass hard enough to leave a bruise while I was in a crowded bar in Iowa City. His beloved hat got knocked to the floor and his polo was soaked with, if I recall correctly, whiskey and cola. And then the bouncer kicked him out.
I once dumped a drink on someone--a random popped-collar jock with a baseball cap just so on his head, who thought it would be funny to grab my ass hard enough to leave a bruise while I was in a crowded bar in Iowa City. His beloved hat got knocked to the floor and his polo was soaked with, if I recall correctly, whiskey and cola. And then the bouncer kicked him out.
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I've never thrown a drink, but a friend of mine back in college, out on a date, was told by the guy who'd asked her out that he'd brought her to this particular restaurant because he didn't want to be seen with her in public, because everyone at school knew what a skank she was. She threw her drink in his face.
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I actually did this last night...so far after sleeping on it it was well worth it! There are a few people upset with me but I figure there our no third parties in my relationships. 5 days prior me and my ex were patching things up...talked, cuddled, and got intimate at the end of the night. Last night we went to a wedding and he decide while I was in the bathroom it would be ok to dance with some girl. I was upset but fine...we were sitting together angry...then he got up and sat next to this women. I walked out and sat down by myself...then I saw red! Tunnel vision took over and it seemed we were the only people there. I got up walked up to him and this lady and threw my drink in his face then tossed my red cup in his face aswell. Men never take a woman's feelings lightly! He ended up leaving very angry lol and I had to find myself a ride home...yes I would do it again!
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At cha cha's on my birthday, emo couple took my table (when there was other seating avail.) even politely asked for it back, they still said no, so I decided I was gonna make it rain on them. After everyone closed out I walked half way up the stairs and poured my drink directly on them. The dude chased us all the way to qfc parking lot!
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I was having an argument with my spouse, he was telling me to shut up, as I did not, he threw the grapes that he had in his bowl that he was eating from, right into my face. I was not even sitting next to him, on the opposite chair. I was totally stunned, and felt thoroughly insulted.
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