It was an enjoyable evening despite the bartender not having any pants. And here I thought I'd seen everything. Afterwards we went to play shuffleboard at a different establishment and later saw some dude roughhousing his girlfriend and drama ensued.
I wasn't going to say anything about this until a guy
(who sat nearby with friends and surveyed the scene) told us afterwards
that hey, we didn't know the circumstances, who knows, maybe the woman
did something to provoke the guy, and it was all I could do to stop myself from saying "maybe this is why you are middle aged, still single, and still scoping out chicks in bars. Just sayin." But he apparently took a hit while helping the girl and it was nice that he assisted her, so I can't be too harsh on him.
There is no excuse for a man
to EVER physically handle a woman in such a way, unless
perhaps when acting in defense of his life or if recreating an epic scene between Ike and Tina from "What's Love Got to Do with It." This whole BS notion
that female abuse is no one's business, especially if it happens in public,
is the exact reason why for so many years no one helped my mother.
So! There was that.
Tomorrow I'll share how Wehrenberg Theaters made my kids cry.