Sadly, no, but it sounds like you've had a pretty interesting night.

No, but when I was a bartender they were some of my favorite customers.

Hi DaShiv!!!

I was led to the bad trip bushes once. Does that count?

No, but I've met that guy, and had to sneak out the back before he bought me another round.

I've always been "that other guy". Y'know, the one who has a couple drinks, then heads off to a different bar/club to chat up a few friends. Maybe one of them would mention a show that's due to take place elsewhere, and maybe I'd head off to catch it. Once I got there, it could still be early, and the headliner may be performing a sound check, so I'd likely chat with that performer/group, or the sound and lighting techs, and would see if I'd come back later, when the actual set began. Once I'd left, I'd wander off and maybe encounter a busker jamming in the street; if there was an extra paint bucket handy, I'd consider joining the drumming. By the time I'd remember the first stop of the evening, my friends at the second, or the concert, it'd probablly be too late, so I'd head off to some late-night gallery opening I might've recalled from a flyer, or grab eats at a number of random locales, or perhaps call up some folks I knew to see if they were at their apartment, and wanted to watch a rental.

But that sort of lifestyle, even with careful budgeting and/or gainful employment, has gotten a lot more expensive and time-consuming over the last 2 decades. Which helps explain why I waste more of my time online.

Please don't tell me your experiences are the shadows of things that have yet to come, or even the shadows of things that might have been.

I never go to bars unless I have to. Pretty much only for Meta* meetups.

Oh, and I only live in states where indoor smoking is banned.

(hope that helps)

Yes, I've been that guy!

(boobies!)

No, I've never been that guy but I was totally that girl last night and in the cold, grim light of day I'm considering changing my name, dying my hair and moving to another country.

No, but if it's any consolation, I was once "that girl" who, after a night mixing nothing but Hershey's cookies'n'mint candy bars with copious amounts of Sheep Dip, wound up vomiting all over the shoes of the total stranger I had just met whilst playing pool in a bar and with whom I was making out in the shadows of the Red Wing Shoe Truck parked outside. Bonus: the boy I was actually in lurrrrve was on a date with the woman who until then I thought was a good friend. Double-bonus: It was my birthday!

Ah, grad school! I'm not sure if it was disillusionment with academics or shame over my drunken escapades that drove me to flee.

I was that girl a week ago. With crying. In front of People We Know. eeeeeeeek.

Oh I've been that girl. More times than I care to remember. Especially the time I fell down a flight of stairs (drunk - didn't hurt a thing.)

I was the girl who calls her about-to-be-ex-boyfriend 40 times in one night because he was being a passive-aggressive dick and avoiding her calls. Heh. That was fun.

I usually end up being extra friendly and talking to all sorts of people. These people give my their email addresses and I say I'll come to their band's show and then the next day I wonder if that person was really as nice as I thought the night before and sometimes I can't read the email addresses or I think I made an ass of myself and so I never email or call. Then we go home and I play mother - taking care of and feeding all the other drunk people we went out with.

Also, "That Guy" can also be used to describe someone that parks like an asshole, blocks an intersection or wears a band's t-shirt to said band's concert.

"Have you ever been "that guy"?"

Nah. I've been the guy sitting down at the end of the bar, ordering a boilermaker every 15 minutes like clockwork for several hours, talking to no one, filling the air with blue smoke, leaving the stool once an hour to take a leak, and coming back to find some idjit has grabbed my stool.

Which sub-optimal situation I've fixed more than once merely by a look, while wedging myself right up to the idjit.

Apparently, I look like a damn mean drunk.

I splashed beer in a girl's face at a bar once for flirting with my fella (a girl we worked with back when and had been getting on my nerves with her taunting for some time), fully expecting to be rolling on the floor in a hair pulling cat fight at any moment. Instead, the girl started crying and I felt bad.

You can take the girl outta the ghetto...

Go Pips!

I've never been any of these kinds of girls, but I've wished I had.

I've been that girl, sitting on the chair at the bar ordering many many pints. And the entire night I had some chicken in my purse because I was actually on my way home to make dinner for the guy I was sobbing about.

Thanks -- next time I'll bring some chicken and make out with a stranger in the shadows!

Just don't make out with the chicken.

Or at least wash it really well first.

I was "that girl" after the holiday party this year. I pole-danced, fell down before regular dancing, smoked cigarettes after I'd quit, cried on the curb because my feet hurt so much, had to borrow $10 in order to get home, drunk-called my boyfriend and left a weepy message on his phone, and then drunk-called my female friend to whine about my boyfriend.

The next day, at least two or three different people wondered if I was okay and if I got home okay. ^_^