Friday, May 26, 2006

The Lake, The Salon, and Kicking Ass

I have just a few more hours til I go back out on the lake, and the fact that I am sitting here, typing a post while masticating proves that I am addicted. And hungry.

Plus, I have a wonderful IM going with the Wombat about water and harbor patrol.

Cries of "OMG your HAIR" have been heard consistently since I had it whacked. People have been asking me if I am going through a crisis.


Can't they see I've had a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders? Isn't it obvious?...I'm happy and smiling WITHOUT outside help, ie alcohol. I've already had my crisis...and I am dealing with it.

I hate when people just assume things.

But I don't have to assume that I am guilty of that. Everyone is to some degree. But blatant assumptions bother me.


Beauty shops are known for being where the Chatty Cathys hang out...and my hometown is no different. It's amazing what one hears over dryers and a radio semi-blaring classic rock. Everything from what Aunt Norma is making for the cookout on Sunday to who is cheating on their spouse.

I hear Aunt Norma makes the best potato salad.

The gal that cut my hair and had fun coloring it seemed thrilled I finally let her do my hair. As I said yesterday, she is a year younger than me...used to ride the same bus to school. She wasn't born here, so I like her better. She's from all Military Brat. Well, until she moved here during Jr. High.

She tells me that I was intimidating in highschool because I "was one of those girls that had no clue how hot they were, and didn't care or try, and that made it worse." Huh? Being a low maintenance tomboy made me hotter?


Not suprisingly, Bree and I ended up going to a bar that was having karaoke last night. We were sitting at the bar because the bartender was eye-candy and as flirty as we are.

And I almost kicked not one, but two guy's asses. Yes, two assholes were bothering us last of them touched me...tried to rub my shoulders because I was tense because he was bugging the hell out of us - of course I was tense...and I jumped up so fast I knocked my chair down. Don't fucking touch me!

He spilled some of his beer, but it looked like he pissed his pants.

Fifteen minutes later, after the bartender refused him service, he was barred for trying to get his own draft. Piece of shit.

Twenty minutes or so after that, I am standing due to a beer soaked chair, scratching Bree's back because that's what friends are for. Well, not even two seconds later another asshole walks up and scratches Bree's back when I stopped to reach for my drink. And my hackles hadn't went back down from the first guy. This one wasn't quite as annoying or gross...Bree told him not to touch her, and he didn't hear her. She just sat back and watched me roll.

She told you not to touch her. Who are you, her girlfriend? Like I'd tell you. Now leave her the fuck alone, or I am going to have to kick your ass. Because I sure as hell could kick your ass.

He should have just walked away. But no. He grabbed my wrist because I was ignoring him, and then the next second he found his ass on the ground. You bitch! The bartender flies over the bar, and literally picks this dude up by the back of his shirt and his belt, throwing him out of the bar.

Everyone is hooting and hollering at my display of what-to-do-when-someone-grabs-your-wrist. Handing me my beer, Bree smiles.

Yep, life is good.


Blogger The ZenFo Pro said...

Okay...I'll be the first to comment...

Way to fucking go!

Have fun out this afternoon :)

11:51 AM  
Blogger Pixie said...

Damn girl! You need to come and protect ME!!!!!


1:42 PM  
Blogger G said...

Uma Thurman move over...the next thing you know his ass is on the ground. My hand slapped the table and I laughed. Now you can't make up stories like that. You get the coolest chick on the block award bar none! Way to go and in case I don't check back - thank you for what you are doing as a true patriot and Happy Memorial Day.

2:54 PM  
Blogger Jake said...

Break the wrist and walk away... Break the wrist and walk away.

So, now you're training to be a cage fighter?

11:24 PM  
Blogger arizona69 said...

Although I am a man, I am always shocked for how stupid and bothering men could become.
Luckily, this time stupid guys chose the wrong person to disturb.
Hope these idiots learned Your lesson well and, next time, they will think twice before trying to approaching a woman, everyone. It seems to me like someone of us was born without brain, or with a lower (wide minor!) equipment of neurons.. Or they probably have lot of problem with good manners, it doesn't matter. SO an appropriate violence sometime IS the proper reply.


Agree with Jake ;-)
And I'm really curious regarding Your new hair style :-O

6:12 AM  
Blogger avereragebusinessman said...

Way to go, as they say.

9:56 AM  
Blogger Kyahgirl said...

Cowgirl-I just can't wait to meet you some day. :-) You are truly full of P&V!

I don't like strangers touching me either, especially strange men. Usually my 'dagger eyes' is sufficient to get the message across. Have never had to put someone on their ass before.

Please be careful though buddy. Some people can boil up pretty fast and wouldn't hestitate to hurt you.

10:05 AM  
Blogger Jake said...

BTW- A southern gentleman *clears throat* would never treat a lady that way...

2:32 PM  
Anonymous shayna said...

Hell Yeah and Yee Haw... what else can I say... that's my girl!!!

6:46 PM  
Blogger Leigh said...

Awesome, you are a good friend! Some guys can be such creeps. Sheesh!

8:33 PM  
Anonymous cooper said...

That song they always play at weddings comes to mind...that's what friends are for. You appear to be a good one.

Hair- meh- pain in the nech eh?

9:44 PM  
Blogger Cowgirl said...

Zenfo Pro, lovely talking to you yesterday.

Shell, holler if you ever need me. *muah*

G, thanks! My two uncles that are SEALS taught all of us girls in the family a lot. "The coolest chick on the block award"! Really?

Jake, no cage fighting. Although the UFC is big around here because a consistent champion grew up and lives near by.

Arizona, the new hair style is still growing on me, but I like it.

I am not really about violence, but I refuse to be ignored.

Av.Biz.Man. - thanks!

Kyahgirl, believe me, I know some people could hurt me. That is why I am a little defensive, and don't like to be touched.

I would LOVE to meet you!

Jake, I know you wouldn't. *wink*

Shayna, glad I've made you proud.

Leigh, guys can be such creeps...mainly because no one has ever taught them better. I try to be a good friend. I love Bree - I would die for her.

Thanks, Coop. Yes, the hair has been drawing too much attention.

12:06 PM  
Blogger Doug said...

A perfect night out. Good job.

12:12 PM  
Blogger Minka said...

I am taking you with me next time I am going out. I am not doing it that often, ┬┤cause mostly I am just botheres by the drunk Icelandic population around me. But if I do, expect a phone call!!!
Well done!

12:27 PM  
Blogger EsotericWombat said...

Heh. I refuse to believe that it was a mere coincidence that my name came up so soon after the word, "masticating."

Wow. What a jackass. Well done.

Sorry I came by late.

2:16 PM  
Anonymous pia said...

The Wombat took my comment. Thatwas a bit suspicious

Glad you had a great time

7:25 PM  
Blogger Major John said...

Being a low maintenance tomboy made me hotter?

Don't underestimate that look.

BTW - thanks for taking care of those two idiots. Might make that bar a better place to go from now on. Reminds me of the days working door at the Emerald Isle up north - my manager had fists like canned hams, if he hit a miscreant, they would wobble around, until I could gently escort them out the door, right into the streetlight pole along Rte 14. There they could slump gently down and relax.

Good times.

10:57 AM  

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