great show last night, I rocked out harder than I had in a long time. Unfortunately I couldn't quite enjoy the show as much as I would have liked to because I seemed to be a douche-bag magnet all night.
I was with my girlfriend and her friend (also a girl), both about 5'5" or so, standing stage right, 15 feet or so in front of the stack, directly out from the food bar.
During "slow hands" this 6'3" dude elbows his way into our space and stands right in front of my girlfriend's friend. I tap him on the shoulder and tell him he just stood directly in front of a girl who is 8 inches shorter than him. He got all defensive, said he was only there to watch after his sister, then some other people around us told him to move. He didn't take too kindly to that. Started pogo-ing around and pushing people, then a brawl broke out with him and some other guys around the food bar. All I really saw was this girl wailing away on his head while he was in a head-lock, it was hilarious.
So that sucked. Ruined slow hands for me.
Then throughout the entire show there were these two Night at the Roxbury / Men's Health clones standing next to us. They spent maybe 5 minutes total looking at the stage. The rest of the time they were oggling and harrassing any girl who came within 10 feet of them. I gave them an occassional stare-down when I caught them just blatantly staring at my girlfriend, but i figured it was over when the show was done.
We had to wait maybe 10 minutes to get our tab at the bar and another 5 to get a t-shirt, so by the time we left the club it was pretty much empty. We decided to go to DC9 for a nightcap. A minute after we walk in, guess who shows up? The douche-bags! Now, mind you, they do not seem like DC9 regulars and it was pretty clear that if we were waiting for 15 minutes after the show ended at the club, they followed us to DC9.
I went and put "Left of the Dial" and "The Rat" on the jukebox, and while I was busy they were doing the whole stare-down thing again to my girlfriend and her friend. My girlfriend finally told them to stop staring at them, that they weren't interested, and that they were creeping her and her friend out.
The douches then grab me by my arm, and say: "tell your girlfriend to chill the fuck out, or we'll have to chill her out for you".
At this point, I evaluated my options. I'm 5'10" 160 and in no shape to really start something with these guys, especially without any of my boys with me. There wasn't a bouncer, so I just went upstairs and told the bartender about it. She went and got a couple of guys who were working to talk to the douches.
After the douches and the DC9 staff debating for 10 minutes or so, one of the douches runs over to me and tells me he'll be waiting for me outside all night, and proceeds to call me "four-eyes", which I found absolutely hilarious. Of course, I mocked his choice of put-downs and he didn't take the derision too kindly.
Anyway, we stayed there for another 30 mins or so and left. I guess the douches got a little cold and decided not to wait for me. Oh well.
Thanks to the DC9 staff, if you're on this board, for helping out. It was much appreciated.
I've also never seen the 930 Club so packed (there was a line nearly out the door to the club for the men's room between sets), and never been to an indie rock show so full of assholes.
You think it's because of the HFS sponsorship?
I was with my girlfriend and her friend (also a girl), both about 5'5" or so, standing stage right, 15 feet or so in front of the stack, directly out from the food bar.
During "slow hands" this 6'3" dude elbows his way into our space and stands right in front of my girlfriend's friend. I tap him on the shoulder and tell him he just stood directly in front of a girl who is 8 inches shorter than him. He got all defensive, said he was only there to watch after his sister, then some other people around us told him to move. He didn't take too kindly to that. Started pogo-ing around and pushing people, then a brawl broke out with him and some other guys around the food bar. All I really saw was this girl wailing away on his head while he was in a head-lock, it was hilarious.
So that sucked. Ruined slow hands for me.
Then throughout the entire show there were these two Night at the Roxbury / Men's Health clones standing next to us. They spent maybe 5 minutes total looking at the stage. The rest of the time they were oggling and harrassing any girl who came within 10 feet of them. I gave them an occassional stare-down when I caught them just blatantly staring at my girlfriend, but i figured it was over when the show was done.
We had to wait maybe 10 minutes to get our tab at the bar and another 5 to get a t-shirt, so by the time we left the club it was pretty much empty. We decided to go to DC9 for a nightcap. A minute after we walk in, guess who shows up? The douche-bags! Now, mind you, they do not seem like DC9 regulars and it was pretty clear that if we were waiting for 15 minutes after the show ended at the club, they followed us to DC9.
I went and put "Left of the Dial" and "The Rat" on the jukebox, and while I was busy they were doing the whole stare-down thing again to my girlfriend and her friend. My girlfriend finally told them to stop staring at them, that they weren't interested, and that they were creeping her and her friend out.
The douches then grab me by my arm, and say: "tell your girlfriend to chill the fuck out, or we'll have to chill her out for you".
At this point, I evaluated my options. I'm 5'10" 160 and in no shape to really start something with these guys, especially without any of my boys with me. There wasn't a bouncer, so I just went upstairs and told the bartender about it. She went and got a couple of guys who were working to talk to the douches.
After the douches and the DC9 staff debating for 10 minutes or so, one of the douches runs over to me and tells me he'll be waiting for me outside all night, and proceeds to call me "four-eyes", which I found absolutely hilarious. Of course, I mocked his choice of put-downs and he didn't take the derision too kindly.
Anyway, we stayed there for another 30 mins or so and left. I guess the douches got a little cold and decided not to wait for me. Oh well.
Thanks to the DC9 staff, if you're on this board, for helping out. It was much appreciated.
I've also never seen the 930 Club so packed (there was a line nearly out the door to the club for the men's room between sets), and never been to an indie rock show so full of assholes.
You think it's because of the HFS sponsorship?
