tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110130029786237306.post8198502931401944935..comments2023-04-17T08:10:58.123-07:00Comments on Writers on Fire ~ Unplugged: In-Class Exercise #2 - Beth Brett's East Village Bar Scene, With Tennis RacketRachel Resnickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06377767453059698225noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110130029786237306.post-88072490194061235392010-02-21T12:52:26.125-08:002010-02-21T12:52:26.125-08:00Dufflyn -- you are channeling your stand-up comic ...Dufflyn -- you are channeling your stand-up comic self! Hysterical post. So multi-faceted you are -- with your talent and your fantabulous hair!<br /><br />MontanaBeachBum -- your exercise rocked!!! Groovy flow, funny as hell, vivid and fulla life. Are you going to work on it more? Shape and send off somewhere? We are honored to feature it on this blog! You're clearly a natural. Great storytelling. You were inspired and in turn you inspire. You in Missoula?Rachel Resnickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06377767453059698225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110130029786237306.post-47620093399424555652010-02-20T14:26:44.383-08:002010-02-20T14:26:44.383-08:00It was Missoula, 2003, I don't recall the date...It was Missoula, 2003, I don't recall the date,which may have had something to do with the fact that I was drunk off of my ass, and this might not have really happened. Hence the date would become a moot point. I was free. No job, no steady chick, no gigs lined up. I was out with the best friends money can buy; drinking buddies, and that lunachick Mo, my shagmate of late who was getting loud and louder as she was wont to do when her 5'3" 99 pound butt did when she drank. She never drank two many, just too many of one.<br />I had had this scene play out before me numerous times on these little binges. Like the time we got stopped driving the wrong way down a one way street In Portland, and the cop asked me "didn't you see the arrows back there?" and I slurred back at him that I didn't even see the fucking Indians!" The time, 2 weeks before In Missoula where we had a 3 am food fight with some college kids at the Oxford. Our weapons being plates of 'Cow brains', which was a 3 am after drinking special. Then there was tonight. <br />We had gone into Stockmans, and It was standing room only. The dregs of the Montana city night life. Standing two deep at the bar, we couldn't seem to get a bartenders attention, even though we were all, for the most part, well known to the staff there. Mo, being the tiny and wiry and In your face gal that she was started elbowing her way through the drunks that had been standing there, presumably a lot longer then us, waiting for a drink. Next thing I knew the crowd In front of us had opened up a circle to the bar, and Mo was squatting In the center of It pissing. I saw this as an opening... & my 15 minute timer just went off.Good exercise & her story reminded me of this oneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110130029786237306.post-40584164610747463102010-01-20T14:03:46.963-08:002010-01-20T14:03:46.963-08:00I had the same thing happen to me! Only, sadly, th...I had the same thing happen to me! Only, sadly, the bouncer did not let me finish peeing. Also I was alone. Also it was the men's room. Okay maybe it wasn't the same. But it was similar.Dufflynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16470057491692108851noreply@blogger.com