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I go to this backyard gig on Friday, 250+ and notice an open bar. Sounds good, when I'm done I might have a drink. Unfortunately, I wasn't aware of exactly HOW DRUNK the party goers would become, and how badly my night would go.
After a couple hours of eating and saucing it up, several people took a header into the grass. One guy who passed me vomits into a trash can, and starts clearing the puke out of his nostrils by holding one, and blowing violently with the other. After he's done, without skipping a beat, he drinks the remainder of his beer in hand. My first thought was - Now that's a hardcore drinker.
Most of the guys I encountered were absolute and total douchebags. Without a doubt, people you would NEVER socialize with outside of a gig. One hammered his open palm down on my cards, causing them to fall into something nasty on the ground so I went to my car to switch out existing tricks with more drunk-friendly versions.
And it just kept getting worse. I saw this girl by herself, and figured she was bored so I'd do a couple tricks. Coins across to her hand, a bent coin routine using a Bobo switch (I ditched my QB2, figured someone would steal it). Oh, and someone DID steal my Pointless pen - was in my back pocket and gone...
So I'm doing Liquid Metal, second fork phase when her boyfriend walks up. He's drunk, I'm talking TOTALLY SAUCED. She's basically holding him up. Like a complete idiot, he thinks I'm hitting on her, even though I'M WEARING A NAME TAG THAT SAYS MAGICIAN. I created a very nice, professional name tag to eliminate these situations in groups over 100.
But of course he doesn't notice. Says, "Nice trick f#cker" grabs the fork and bends all the tines backwards, cutting his hand pretty badly in the process. Now he's holding a fork with his blood all over it, and demands that I straighten it out. Dude... I try to joke it off by saying I just get paid to destroy them, it's a one way process for me. Then he starts FOLLOWING ME demanding I show him the whole trick again. Shoves the fork in my face, stabbing me with it. I probably need a tetanus shot now.
I end up leaving. Didn't contact the organizer, didn't pickup my pay, just bailed. They can bite my arse, NEVER going back. Really wanted to just beat down that guy, when that drunk I could have easily hit him 18 times before he actually reacted. But no, just left.
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