I got kicked out of a GWAR show.
Let me explain:
I was fresh to the bar scene at 22, I get in the venue and order up two of something "strong and fruity"
"Two AMFs coming up"
What does that stand for again I think as I'm double fisting these drinks... ohhh. Shit.
So I'm drunk, GWAR gets on stage and this guy shoves his way next to me on the barricade, my roommate with me and I are irritated, " Hey man, why are you getting like this? You're right here no need to plow me outta your way."
Guy gets in my ear, "if I wanted you out of my way I'd do this", as he then grabs my tit and throws an elbow to my rib.
I look at my roommate, he looks at me, we exchange a knowing nod and I throw a slap in homeboy's face. I'm drunk and it just dawns he's reeling back to throw blows as security converges my brilliant idea was "We're already 86'd I'm going out in a chariot of fire." Full blown fight breaks out, security wrestles me over the barrier. Feeling at peace with what transpired I meet up with my group, one yells, "Dude, cops! Run!" And we bolt into the night having to explain along the way the blood we're doused in is fake to concerned onlookers the whole journey home.
Now I never get to live down the legacy of "Dude that's the girl that got kicked out of GWAR."
Wouldn't recommend it but it's become a hell of a story at parties.
