While at the NRA Convention, we were invited to dinner and drinks at The Tilted Kilt. JayG covered this story in some detail, but I thought I might add some context to it.
We are in a sports bar. The group size is 30-40 people. The beers have flowed a little bit. We are in the presence of three actual celebrities (Breda, Unc, and JayG), as well as two Top Shot winners (Iain Harrison and Chris Reed) and some people who are just plain glad to be alive. Into this mix, "Grumpy Old Guy" and his buddy "Pouty" sit down near our group. The noise level is well over 100dB. Pictures are being taken...
So, in this atmosphere I take the below picture and Grumpy Old Guy cold stares me and jumps up.
I am on the other side of the tables from him, but Iain Harrison and Breda are right next to his table (and the subject of the picture taking), and Grumpy Old Guy basically gets up into Iain's grille and says we are disturbing his quiet enjoyment(!?!) of the place with our flashes. Said we should quit having fun, or something (I didn't hear the rest of the exchange). Then he stomps back to his table and grumbles at his friend...
I decide to take another picture. Then, I sit back down.
Grumpy Old Guy is now cold-staring me like I am a criminal and maybe hoping to intimidate me into being a good little boy... (Yeah, right!). So, I get out the HD Video camera (no flash on that one) and begin filming him. Yes, I know it was childish...but I had had enough. Apparently, he did too, and called for his check and left. If he had continued being such an overt sourpuss to us, I was ready to ask the manager to put the replay of the Royal Wedding onto the big screen above us. I am sure it wouldn't have cost me more than $100 to get it up there.
No, I am not a nice guy. ;)
Pax,
Newbius
22 comments:
In my not-so-humble opinion, anyone that goes to a sports bar (especially on that references a culture known for stripping themselves naked and painting themselves blue before going to out to play with the neighbors) for "quiet enjoyment" needs to learn how to make better choices.
Damn, I'm kinda sorry I missed this.
Also, as Nancy said, anyone who goes to a sports bar and expects "quiet" or anything approaching it is a complete idiot.
I'm willing to bet most of the bars in Newark, DE are louder than Tilted Kilt was.
Dude, you're my hero. I wasn't aware that you'd antagonized him that much! Jackass deserved it.
Shame he didn't stick around, I'd have met you half way on bribing the manager to put the Royal Wedding on. Would've been money well spent.
"This isn't your living room!"
I think that was my favorite line from Grumpy Old Guy (GOG).
Talk about a moment of surreal. We're in this extremely loud, extremely active sports bar. Waitresses are walking by in outfits that can't even be called lingerie - because there's not enough material for lingerie. Different sports are flashing by on the 60+" plasmas screens that decorate almost literally every square inch of wall space in the place.
And GOG is concerned about the occasional flash? Dude. You checked into the wrong got-damn restaurant, didn'tcha?
PS: An "actual celebrity"??? I'm flattered, but really... :)
OK, that's just funny as Hell!
WV: dilac. A cheap Chinese knock-off Dalek.
Maybe the flash was making it hard for him to ogle the waitresses?
You should have blown him a kiss while he was giving you the hairy eyeball. Either that would have ended his fun sooner, or made the night even more interesting.
I should have totally pulled out the "Don't you know who we ARE!?! We're famous on the internet!"
That only works for you Breda. I am most certainly NOT famous, on the internet or elsewhere. :P
Geez....you guys have all the fun!
It's a sad day when you need to pick on a guy who just lost his best friend of 50 years to cancer.
Then again, he was probably just an a--holio.
"So you just lost your best friend to cancer... what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to Disneyland! And try and ruin it for everyone else!"
"This isn't your living room!"
And its His?
Man if my living room had massive flat-pannels displaying sports, and hookers in lame kilts, I'd fucking move!
I don't mind the head-licking, my living room could stand a bit more of that!
We were all looking at each other, trying not to laugh. I swear that guy was looking for a fist fight.
"This is not your living room!"
Oh, sorry. This is your living room?
hehe
...and not everybody in the group was disarmed at the door: http://newbius.blogspot.com/2011/05/crossbreed-supertuck.html
There were several bloggers there still (legally) armed. Shockingly, no guns leaped out of their holsters on their own to defend the honor of their owners. Ridicule worked just fine. There is a lesson there for the Anti's...
I know for a fact that at least one of the people GOG talked to was armed with multiple weapons, AAMOF...
Not only that Newbius, but even those who had to disarm at the door were still armed with plenty of stabby things.
Amazing that, guns carried into a place that served alcohol, a crabby guy trying to start an argument and still no one got shot. Unpossible!
Waitresses are walking by in outfits that can't even be called lingerie - because there's not enough material for lingerie.
He was just mad because your flash ruined his night vision.
Yeah, that was certainly a highlight of the evening. I did think he moved with a speed that did not match his apparent age or crotchetiness...
I, too, was armed as I was carrying IWB concealed.
And he was correct - it's NOT my living room. If it was, there would have been a lot of kids toys on the floor and a dog trying to hump his leg...
Breda,
"I should have totally pulled out the "Don't you know who we ARE!?! We're famous on the internet!""
...or "Do you know who I am... on the internet? I could have you killed... on the internet!" :D
Damn, looks like Frank and I missed a 'good' one :-)
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