Five to nine

Have a drink.

July 14, 2005

"I like to have a Martini...

...two at the very most."
After three I'm overreacting.
After four I would have been toast.
(With all apologies to dorothy parker)

But then again, Maybe I didn't overreact. Maybe there's a subtle difference between overreacting, and merely reacting poorly. I will let you be the judge of me, oh gentle reader.
If you were sitting in a small lounge after your friends live set of music was over, trying to make polite small talk with a table full of pretty accountants (yes, accountants and yes, dead sexy) when one of them thinks it'd be cute to pinch your ear and run her fingers through your hair, what would you do? Make a joke about it to hide your discomfort and move just a little further away? Cause that's what I did. What if it happened twice? eep! What if the pretty stranger then grabbed you by the shoulder and started undoing the buttons of your shirt? All this before she introduces herself? At a place that wasn't even "that kind of place". Was I wrong to get up off the table, and sit at the bar and explain to my friend with just a look that his girlfriend's colleagues were creeping me out? I later let him know in no uncertain terms that kind of behavior is unacceptable only to be told to not be such a pussy and to take my gentle raping with a smile next time.
Am I wrong to think that kind of behavior is unacceptable? Would you feel the same way if the genders were reversed, and it was a guy trying to rip off a strange woman's blouse with no more license than "she knows one of my co-workers"?
I didn't think so.
On a more pleasant note, the martinis at "room 5" were excellent, and big enough to tranquilize a horse. Just make sure you stop at two, so that if something upsetting happens you're not at a loss for words.