Oh Males and their testosterone....

Went out with Nicole, Brookie, and Josh(?) to the Wave and, despite my dislike for the place, IHOP. The Wave was fantasmic though the music wasn't tops it wasn't horrible either. Though that's not what this entry is about. This entry is about the special incident that happened at IHOP. You see, the IHOP we went to is right down the street from the Wave so on Tuesdays, Doom & Gloom aka Goth Night, the place gets a lot of people all in black and silver dragging themselves into the booths and mingling over caffine and pancakes. Fun right? Well this Tuesday also played host to a gaggle of, hopefully drunk as I hope sober people aren't so blunt, sports fanatics who took over the table directly in the center of the room full of goths. Akwardness ahoy!

First there was their noise. It seemed their volume control was broken and every word out of their mouths, especially profanities, had to be spoken so loudly the whole place could hear. At one point I could swear their talking was louder than the music at the club. The waitress appeared ready to strangle them but settled for cursing them out and telling them to shut up several times.

Second was their insults. You're in a room with a good amount of goths and you're going to go out and insult people? Compare us to Marilyn Manson and make a general ass out of yourself? *facepalm* This is the point in which I bring up why I went with the title I did on this entry. I found it immensely amusing how all the females of the group, myself included, just gave an eyeroll and tried to ignore the fools while the males of the group looked ready to snap. Josh was stressing out over it. The guy in one booth over offered to beat them up for us. There was even a small amount of chain swinging and shouts of taking it outside. Jolly good times all around. 

Some other small moments that made it a memorable evening, one guy selling his chain to the drunk folks for $20. A collective chuckle over something I sketched on a reciept with a guy spazzing out and the words 'I FUCKING LOVE SPORTS!' over his head in honor of our guests. A nice discussion about the number of sexual partners some of the people, sorta, in our group had been with. The winner was 34, I think.  And getting to see the one guy who works in tattoo's artwork(makes me more motivated to complete my own stuff).

Evening rating overal? Definately 11 out of 10. ;p