Why Do People Get Drunk And Fight?

Well, I survived the night at the bar. I cross my heart and promise that I only had one beer which was bought for me by a guy that goes to school here with us from Louisiana, we'll call him Mr. Cajun. Mr. Cajun is 24 years old, about 3 inches shorter than me and tiny, when he gets drunk he apparently thinks he's Casanova, and a billy bad ass all together. You can say ass on a pg-13 blog right?

Anyway, Mr. Cajun and Mr. Cup almost got into a fight over me and it's not what you think. I had asked Mr. Cup to dance because he is my only dance partner, I don't ask anyone else to dance. Mr. Cup may dance with a couple other girls, but I only dance with him. Last night I danced with one other guy twice that was very drunk and kept telling me he lives on a ranch and only comes to the bar once per month over and over. He even forgot my name as soon as I told him it. Anyway, back to the fight. Mr. Cup told me he didn't want to dance just yet because he was tired. I didn't blame him, we both had been dancing a lot. He'd had eight dances, four of which were mine.

So I tell Mr. Cup that it was okay, we'd just find another song later, no big deal. Mr. Cajun jumps up and grabs my hand, so I thought he was trying to get me to dance with him. Instead he pulls me off the bench I'm sitting on next to Mr. Cup and grabs Mr. Cup and tells him he needs to go dance with me. Both Mr. Cup and I tell him it's no big deal, we've already handled it, and we'll dance a little later. Well, even though we both told him it was fine, Mr. Cajun took it upon himself to tell Mr. Cup that he was being rude to me and that he was disrespecting me by not dancing with me the minute I asked.

Well, the next thing I know, Mr. Cajun is in Mr. Cup's face, yelling at him about not dancing with me. I have one hand on Mr. Cup's arm saying, "It's okay sweetheart, don't worry about it, it's not worth it," and another hand on Mr. Cajun's chest saying, "You need to calm down. We've already discussed it, it's no big deal, he's just tired." I'm shoving Mr. Cajun back, Mr. Cup is looking up at me with those eyes that tell me he's about to get up and go off. Then tiny Mr. Cajun decided to shove against my hand to try to get closer to Mr. Cup.

Mr. Cup did not like that at all and got up, despite me telling him I'm okay and it's nothing to get upset about. So now I'm standing between both of them, my hand still on Mr. Cup's arm, the other hand still on Mr. Cajun's chest. Now there are no more words, just those looks that people get in their eyes when their either going to kick someone's ass or have their ass handed to them. I start speaking low soothing words to Mr. Cup, handling him like I would a spooked horse, my hand stroking his cheek, his arm, all the time talking, talking, "It's okay sweetheart, calm down, it's not worth it, just let it go," low and calm. As I'm talking and working my hands, I slowly start moving Mr. Cup backwards away from Mr. Cajun. I'd almost succeeded then Mr. Cajun said and did something really stupid.

I had been completely focused on Mr. Cup because to be completely honest if anyone was going to lose it was going to be Mr. Cajun and I wanted to dissuade Mr. Cup from basically beating up a midget. I shouldn't have done that, I should have at least kept some of my attention on Mr. Cajun and not had my back to him but I always thought he was the kind of guy that wouldn't charge at someone with their back turned. Anyway, Mr. Cup is starting to calm down, he's still angry but that look is now almost completely gone, then right as I'm watching, the look slams right back into place, that's the only way I can explain it, just like BAM! Ass kickin' eyes. I turn to see what he's so angry about and Mr. Cajun is right behind me and about to hit Mr. Cup over my head screaming, "Bring it on mother effer," insert the correct bad word there, I'm pretty sure that one's unacceptable for a PG-13 blog.

Thankfully, some other guy came up and grabbed Mr. Cajun because I still had Mr. Cup and that stopped the fight altogether. However, I almost hit Mr. Cajun myself. Mr. Cajun should not have tried to hit Mr. Cup with me standing between them. In my eyes, that's disrespectful and cause for me to get into the fight too, instead of trying to stop it. Thankfully the guy that helped came in at just the right time and no one got hit.

A little while after the fight Mr. Cup apologized to me for it. I wasn't even mad at Mr. Cup. I also told him I almost hit Mr. Cajun myself, but then again, Mr. Cup knows I always have his back in any kind of fight. I told Mr. Cup if anyone needed to apologize to me it was Mr. Cajun. After that we were sitting on the bench, me between his legs, with my head on his knee, and I looked at him and told him that I really do love him and that I really am going to marry him one of these days. He said, "Yeah, one of these days," and I told him I was just trying to let him get his wildness out and he agreed there too. I just hope that he knows I was serious. But that was the craziness of my St. Patrick's Day.

Happy St. Patrick's Day 2010

Hello everyone! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day so far. Today for me has been pretty good. All of my friends are dressed in green and we'll be going out to the local cowboy bar tonight for some dancing, pool, music, and fun. Silly Miss K is running around in a green Bud Light Lime tank top and green Mardi Gras beads lol. I was wearing a lime green shirt but I didn't like it so I found a green t-shirt that has the name of my school on it and am wearing it now. You all should be proud of me ... I actually fixed my hair today instead of just throwing it in a ponytail.

There's a guy here at school, we'll call him Mr. Cup, that spent all of my Spring Break at my parents' house with me. He's wearing a red western shirt with a little green ribbon tied on his arm. I'm not sure who dressed him because he's color blind but he looked like a cowboy advertisement for The Perfect Western Christmas lol. He's been threatening to hide in my closet with nothing but a chicken mask on and jump out and get me. Well, today he hid in the bushes and pretended to get people who weren't wearing green. It was absolutely hilarious. When he got in the bushes he took a flying leap and landed on them on his back and the bush kind of just sucked him into it. Miss K asked him to do it again but he said it hurt too much because the bush apparently stabbed him in the chest for jumping on it lol.

I wish I could talk to you guys about mine and Mr. Cup's relationship because I would love to get your advice on the weird situation but there's so much to it that it's complicated to explain. So I guess I'll just tell you guys that I never thought I would like him as more than a friend but then Spring Break happened and I got to see the true him and I really liked what I saw. My mom and dad really love him, he spent both weekends of Spring Break at my house, and my little brother has bonded with him big time. I've dated guys seriously in the past, I've been engaged 3 times, and little bro didn't get attached to any of them the way he has to Mr. Cup.

Mr. Cup is really bad about saying one day that he considers me to be his big sister (because I'm 2 years older than him), and then the next day doing things like grabbing my butt then kissing me on the cheek and telling me he loves me. He's taken to calling me sweetheart and telling me to have sweet dreams every night. He thanked me for introducing him to my parents, and he'll be going with me to my grandparents' house for the Fourth of July for the local rodeo we have. And when he's at my parents' house he never wants to leave. I know all of that sounds like nothing once it's written down but there is much more that I just don't have room to write.

During the weekdays of Spring Break he stayed with his parents and he called me one night and couldn't talk for very long because he'd been out til five that morning and needed sleep. I asked him why in the world he would be out that late and he had had a final fling with his first love. I wasn't jealous of that because believe me, I completely understand. If I had a chance for a final fling with my first love I would definitely take it so there was no jealousy there. Then we got back to school and he started talking to this girl, we'll call her Miss Fox (some people seem to think she looks like Megan Fox and she doesn't look like her at all).

Miss Fox is really mean to him. The other night he watched a movie with her and she took his cell phone away from him and made him sleep on the couch. He is a very sweet and respectful guy, wonderful manners, so I don't really understand why she thinks she can treat him like that. I get really jealous when I think about him spending time with her. I don't even know why I'm getting jealous. I mean I'm 22 years old, not entirely prone to flights of fancy, we're not together right now, so what reason do I have to be jealous? I don't understand where this emotion is coming from. Even Miss K doesn't really understand, Mr. Cup's roommate doesn't even understand it (meaning the entire situation, not the jealousy part), because Mr. Cup has different ways of going about getting a girl, and he's not using any of those tactics with me but Mr. Cup's roommate, we'll call him Mr. Sci-Fi, can see that there's something there. I wish I could figure it out. I really wish I could read minds lol. But I guess I'm going to end this now. I hope everyone has a wonderful St. Patty's Day, and I'll see you call later!