Saturday night found myself in a bar full of unusual hooligans on Dudelow Street. 

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It was fairly crowded, and full of “punk” people, which isn’t surprising for this bar, but the type of “punk” this particular night was the “I’m gonna fight you and call myself punk” sort of punk - which is really quite lame punk. 

So with my butt on a bar stool and back to the door I felt the press of bodies falling backwards into me. 

“FIIIIGHT!”

Is heard being shouted through the crowd, and as I turned to make sure that I didn’t get caught up into it I heard, “CAAAATFIIIIGHT!” and the cheer of just about every dude in the place.

I have no idea whether or not the chicks were fighting over other than who could get the best spot to check my butt out or not, but it was basically flying windmill punches, pushes, and screaming between the two of them. 

The door bouncer got to them first, and immediately tossed one of the people who was trying to get in on the fight through and out the door.  It was so cool, cause the door wasn’t fully open, and it takes a bit of effort to throw someone threw a door… the door bouncer then tried to take on all of the “punk” guys - who all looked scared straight - and then tossed both gals out the now open doorway to the sidewalk. 

The fight was over, and left were a bunch of the more regular type of casual and older South Boston faces to the crowd, and one, really, really, really drunk “punk” gal.

“Excuse me, (sluuuuurrr) umm, is there a jacket over here?” was what she kept saying to everyone as she struggled to keep her eyes open.  I wish that there was a way to get her saying that up on this blog, cause it was hysterical, and unfortunately, it can’t be done right now.

Then, later on in the night as I went walked through the door to the sidewalk I saw a big, silver, obvious girl earring hoop on the sidewalk no less than six inches out from the doorway. 

Unfortunately, I was not sober enough to realize that it was a great photo op and missed the shot, but let me assure you all, it was just as hysterical as the drunk blonde “punk” gal asking for a jacket.  Just…