So tonight's story ends with me being hit in the face with a bottle thrown by a drunk man. But I am getting ahead of myself. I went out again tonight with Kristin. We were at a club having a particularly good time when there was a drunk who bumped into the both of us. We kind of pushed him lightly off. You know the kind of push, a "Hey there are people here, don't shake your thing so much over here." Being a punk ass bitch, he danced into us quite forcefully. Kristin proceded to add her drink to the equation by pouring it at/on the guy's back. He didn't take this all that well and proceded to douse the both of us and about 4 other people with the remainder of his high quality Micelob Light. The bouncer was quickly brought in to escort the guy out. At this point I had not said anything to the guy. He mouthed something off on his way by and I told him to "Have a good night." This was promptly followed by him throwing his beer bottle (now empty but still heavy) at me. For a pissed off drunk guy, his aim was pretty true and he hit me square in the nose. Kristen held me back as I started to follow them out the door. Not that I would have done anything, just that I was starting not to be present in the situation. That scary state where you don't know what is going on because your anger is getting the best of you. So now I have a slight black eye, a swollen nose, a broken blood vessel, and this nice little story. I will wash the shirt and laugh a whole lot about this.