Three bloggers walk into a bar…..
Wait, let’s try this again….
A bouncer, a mullet-wearing trucker, and an Aryan brother…..
No. This is not the opening of a joke so maybe I should start at the beginning……
After leaving the city of Pittsburgh, Bubblewench and I made our way to Cincinnati, where we picked the third of our little travelling group, Sybil Law. We chilled out with Sybil overnight (which included a small corner bar, a trip out the door – withholding name to avoid embarrassment *bw*-and a rough night of “omg, I shouldn’t have had so much to drink”) The following day we went to visit MattMan (you can read about it here)
Due to the fact that MattMan passed out fell asleep, we called it an early night there, but ended up at the bar across the parking lot from our dive lovely accommodations. We walked in and immediately, Sybil was beset by a tatted up douchenozzle a patron of the establishment. We outside for a smoke (and to get away from him) but he followed us outside. Sybil made sure to say “I’m married” but he heard “I’m ready to jump on your dick” He actually thought that the key to her panties was “I am an Aryan brother”. That’s all she needed to hear. Suddenly the ‘bitch’ was unleashed. She proceeded to tell him the many ways that his beliefs were wrong. This argument continued for the remainder of the night. (Interspersed with “If you weren’t so cute, I’d hit you” and “You look like you wanna kick me in the balls”) Of course they were followed by Bubba the huge bouncer. He made sure that SonnyBoy kept his distance.
In the meantime, BW made friends with the bartender who promptly started hooking us up with lemondrops. (OMG!!) And me? Gary, the mullet-wearing trucker had taken a shine to me and not so subtly reminded me that “what happens on the road, stays on the road” DUDE! Are you fucking kidding me??? I could have been on the road for 10 years of celibacy and I STILL wouldn’t have looked at you twice!!! (But I did let him buy me a drink.)
We decided we’d had enough and went to our room. We laughed and agreed that we couldn’t wait to head back to Cincinnati.
Yeah, she’s hurtin’ but we all were. But it’s my blog and I choose not to show you my
“hurt face” hahaha