Have I lived a sheltered life?

[plunkybug]

I am, for the most part, a very pure girl. I have a few wild streaks and things that people wouldn't really tell by looking at me, but for the most part I am the sweet innocent girl most people see me as, and want to corrupt. Or corrupt further once they know how I have been corrupted thus far. Tonight I can add something new to my list of lifetime experiences. Chas and I went to a local dive bar (and boy was it dive) to see friends play in a couple of bands. We walked in and there is heavy thugging gangsta rap with some silly young wiggers (not my term) and they were making fools of themselves and getting out-numbered by us, the cool garage band crowd, rapidly. One of the guys at one point had begun belching into the microphone and one of our friends, who was in one of the bands playing, teased and said he'd have to pour his beer over the mic to kill the cooties. The remark was missed by me at the time, and I guess it took a while for this to get through to the guy, the skinny white gangsta boy. While the first band was on, said skinny white gangsta boy aproached our friend, and you could tell that he was mad and was going to do something. Some sort of banter exchanged, and then the skinny white gangsta boy slapped our friend, who I might add is at least twice this guy's size. And a fight broke out instantly. Our friend's wife, about the same size as he is, jumped in too, which was awesome. But it was my first time actually seeing a bar fight, and this place was pretty small, and so I was admittedly a bit shaken. But you know, there was a brief fleeting moment, as I saw the lead-to, that part of me did NOT want to hide and cower, but rather to walk over and stand in front of our friend, to see if he'd actually hit a girl like me. Of course our friend is a good foot taller than me, and the skinny white gangsta boy could have easily thrown a punch above my head, but it was a fleeting thought. Is that silly that I'd want to actually JUMP IN and try to stop a fight I could see was coming? Small little plunkybug? In the middle of a fight? I doubt it, because fear won out and I was just very conscious of every move that was made and whether it would impact me in any way. It was diffused pretty quickly though. My hands were a bit shakey afterward when I'd sent a text to my brother about it, who of course teased me about it.

So there. Seeing my first bar fight at nearly 33 years of age. Check.