The Day I Learned Bars Can Be Bad

This morning, sometime around 12:30, I ended up with my back, butt and hair drenched in beer. I also ended up getting some very minor bruises, and small aches and pains.

WHY?

My friend told a guy to back off (away) from her, because she was talking to another guy. I was talking to my friend Jess during this, with my back towards them, and the next thing I know is that I'm being pushed around and my back is all wet. A fist fight had taken place between the two men boys. I ended up getting pushed into people for about 1 minute, but it felt more like 5 or 6.

At least it was only beer that got dumped on me, so there are no stains on my shirts or jeans.

The entire reason I was out last night was to celebrate my first meeting with my committee members about my comprehensive exams. We talked a lot about my knowledge in the Renaissance, Medieval and Modern time periods, and came to the conclusion that my specialty is gender studies. So, I have some studying to do, plus working on my thesis. I guess now was a great time to learn how bad the bar can really be for me.