Yesterday was another friend's birthday. It wasn't just any birthday, it was his 21st birthday, and since we live in Vegas, he was eager to go to a bunch of places that have been off limits to him until now. We ended up going to and Irish pub in one of the casinos on the strip. I don't drink, but I do hang out in a lot of bars with my friends who do. I also don't normally go up on the strip (it gets old really fast when you can go up there any day), but since it was a birthday celebration wanted to show my support. I rode up there with another friend of mine, and we met the birthday boy (and a couple of other people) at the bar.
Since it was his birthday, my friend wanted to be the one to go up and get all the drinks as he was just itching to get carded so that he could finally show his ID and not be kicked out (that doesn't really have anything to do with the story, I just thought it was funny to watch).
Also, since it was his birthday, my friend was not drinking very slowly. I think he just wanted to get plastered since it was finally ok. After a few beers, and a few shots (Irish car bombs in case you're wondering), he needed to use the bathroom so left for a while. A few minutes later he came back and was just furious. Apparently, while he was standing there going to the bathroom, some redneck just randomly came up to him and took a swing at him. My friend was able to duck that and the next punch the guy threw and then shoved the guy into the door of one of the stalls. The redneck hurriedly left the bar before my friend could zip himself up (yes, it was out while redneck man tried to punch him) and follow him out of the bathroom.
I went to high school in probably one of the most rural parts of Utah. In fact, it was right on the border of Wyoming, and as you can imagine, most of the people in my high school were rednecks. I hated it, but I did have a few friends who were in a similar situation as me (i.e. not rednecks, but were all transplanted to this place around the same time) that helped make the situation better. We used to sit around and wonder how many other schools in the country had people practicing their roping skills on a little rocking horse in the hallway between classes, and how many other schools you could overhear deals for livestock feed rather than drugs. We were pretty miserable there, and we all grew to hate rednecks. I thought I had gotten over that, but last night showed that might not be the case (and yes, I'm well aware that you can't include an entire group of people under one stereotype and that there are probably some really nice rednecks out there - I just don't seem to come across them very often).
3 comments:
Ah, the memories! How did they manage to breed themselves into the majority in our lovely country? You would think huffing gasoline would keep the numbers down.
Unfortunately, it has been shown in technologically developed countries that the best birth control is education. The more educated people become, the less children they tend to have. Rednecks, especially those that huff gasoline, are more likely to have unprotected, promiscuous sex, and spread their seed throughout the earth...this is natural selection gone awry!!! :)
More like the Tragedy of the Commons if you ask me.
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