How ironic that this thread should pop up again...
Last night I was at a club in San Francisco...I had had too much henessey because before we went to the club we had killed 2 bottles hanging out at a friends house and some more in the car. Went to the club and when i first got in, i saw this guy who i had contacted on facebook about a job becoming a promoter (hes president of some promotion) He had wanted to get me out to the club a couple times for an "interview".
Anyways..I say whats up to him and then go in the club...was feeling really drunk so i couldnt do any sarging. I ordered a few shots for my friends and was looking for my credit card and couldnt find it in my wallet. Then the bartender tells me i already gave it to her and she gives it back to me with the bill to sign. I see one of my sisters friends and i lead her around the club in my drunken poor attempt to change to a different venue in the club in order to "move my target''.
Then i go out by myself for a cigarette. After im done smoking the bouncer wont let me back in, he tells me to wait 10 minutes because im too drunk. I come back in 10 and he lets me back in...later on in the night i go out for another cigarette with one of my guy cousins. After we're done, the bouncer tells us were too drunk and wont let us back in this time. My cousin argues with him, and i tell him we know the promoter...he says he doesnt care who i know...and he's not letting us back in. I stopped arguing with him because is not going to change his mind anyway. So i try to tell my cousin to go to the liqueur store with me across the street to get something to eat because hes not letting us back in anyway...so while im telling him to come with me and dragging him away as he tried to persist with the bouncer...and all of a sudden all i felt was....
BAM! BAM! I get sucker punched in the eye out of nowhere twice...now im kneeling down all dazed. The guy that sucker punched me ran off. As soon as i get my composure, i turn around and see my cousin about to get into it with these 2 other mexican guys about 6' tall. Apparently, they find someone getting sucker punched pretty amusing so they were laughing at me.
My cousin is yelling back and forth with one of them...Hes about to get into it with one of them so i see this and so i deck the one standing next to me...apparently security breaks this up and were on our way to the car... on our way i see this promoter guy again and i tell him i got sucker punched because security wont let me back in the club and blah blah..theres not much he could have done anyway..so i say fvck it and we continue to the parking lot.
When we get to the parking lot..i end up telling my sisters boyfriend what happened and he gets really mad. He says lets go find them and get them. He accidentally pushes other other girl cousin and so my other guy cousins..we'll call him cousin 2 gets mad and they get into some kind of shoving match. Then my other guy cousin apologizes and we head home. I get into an argument with cousin 2 in the car because hes driving home spouting off about how he doesn't car for my family and to fvck everybody and blah blah...
I tell him you know what?? "Fvck you!!..blah blah"
Then he tries to say that im retarded and handicapped and blah blah...
I basically end up saying things that shut him up.
Fast forward..we get home and i go to check my eye. its really red and has two 1 inch long cuts about above the eyelid. I tell my other little sister to take me to county to get stitches..she does and we were there till close to 6 in the morning. I tell the doctors i got sucker punch outside a club in San Francisco...and she types in my information...while in sitting in the chair and shes asking me these questions and punching it in the computer, she asks me have i had anything to drink tonight...i tell her the truth and she puts in the computer that i have alcohol on my breath. So then i get in...the doctor checks out my eye with a machine and gives me a few eye drops to numb it. Then he tells me he doesn't want to stitch my eye because the laceration on my skin is still bonded and stitch will only make more holes. He he ends up gluing my eye then i leave.
He tells me i should get some kind of application in the mail about free basic adult coverage since i dont have insurance...he tells me to tun it in so i dont get billed.
So now a day later...I have a bit of a swollen knuckle, my left eye is still bloodshot and i still have two 1 inch cuts about my left eye which i think will scar.
Reminding lessons learned:
1)Stop drinking too much.
2)Never bring a credit card to the club.
3)Always be aware of your surroundings.
4) Dont forget that im at the club to pull and to have a good time, not get trashed.
...and oh yeah...and due to my behavior last night, i guess i can forgot about the club promotion job with the promoter now.
Now im just really worried about the cuts above my eye...and how theyre going to scar and how it will affect my appearance.
Overall i had a screwed up night man...i dont think ill ever want to go clubbing again for awhile. Nothing but ghetto cowards in SF. This would have never happened back in Orange County.