Sooooo, I went to Vegas over the weekend. Didn’t get home till midnight Wednesday…needless to say, I have not yet met my “write 3 days a week” goal so I certainly have not met my “1,000 words a day” goal. BUT I had a lot of fun in Vegas and actually came home with a little extra money. woo woo!
Anyway, just because Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday are my usual writing days doesn’t mean they are my only days to write. I will get my writing done for today and then I will just have to write tomorrow and Saturday. Thems the breaks.
I am still having a hard time with dialogue. I feel like when I read what I’ve written it feels so robotic. Like, I’ve never heard anyone speak before. I have been trying to throw myself even more into Harry Potter because there is so much dialogue I am hoping I can get a better feel for what it should look like. I talk everyday. A lot. It shouldn’t be this hard, should it?
Okay, here is the thing. I don’t really know what else to write in here today. I feel like from here on out, it will lapse into the usual. Which I do not want to do. At the instruction of my good friend, who is a college professor, I should tell a story. So here is what I am going to do. Today will be the first installment of “Fact or Fiction?” I will tell you a story from my life. You will tell me if it happened or not. You ready? Here we go…
Fact or Fiction? “Mamma Bear”
The year was 2010. I was in my 4th year of college at Sam Houston State University. I was headed to The Fox (one of the 4 bars in town) with my best friends, Kelsey and Haley.
When we got there, we went straight to the bar to see Pat, our best friend who was also a bartender (side note/life lesson: always make friends with your bartenders).
After getting our drinks we started the hunt for the perfect table. Before we even made it to the other side of the bar, a friend of Kelsey’s, let’s call him Peter, stopped to chat. I stood there while they talked and made the appropriate responses to whatever it was they were talking about. Solving the worlds problems, I am sure. Haley continued on to find a table. Then, as quickly as it had started, the conversation was over, a quick hug between Peter and Kelsey and Peter was on his way. It was all innocent enough.
We dawdled at the edge of the bar for a bit trying to see if we could spot any cute boys. The bar is still pretty dead at this point so there isn’t many to see. As we are getting ready to go find Haley, a girl comes walking by us and shoulders Kelsey so hard she almost falls over. This, of course, triggers Kelsey and an argument ensues.
I am being handed jewelry, glasses, high heels as Kelsey gears up for what may or may not be anything. Soon enough, Peter comes running up and intervenes. This girl, is his girl friend. She did not appreciate that Kelsey was talking to her boyfriend and had the audacity to hug him! Peter and I are able to quell the situation and he takes her back to their table. We start to look for Haley again, only to find her at the table right next to Peter, his girlfriend, AND her mother. Dirty looks are given but for the most part, it stays calm. Kelsey shakes it off and we aren’t taking it seriously any longer.
Later that evening, Kelsey gets up to go to the restroom. I notice girlfriend and mother exchange some words and follow her. I point it out to Haley and we decide it’s best if we also follow.
The girls bathroom was chaos, as usual. Out of the 8 stalls at least 1 is permanently out of order, one has a girl throwing up, one stall without a door, one toilet over flowing. The line is so long it is going out of the bathroom and the standing room in the bathroom leaves much to be desired.
Right away, I can see Kelsey about 4 girls ahead of us and behind her is the girl friend, and the mom. As we move closer to the stalls, it gets kind of clustered and Kelsey is looking down at her phone. A stall opens up and before Kelsey even notices, the mother cuts her in line and jumps in the stall. The next thing I know I hear Haley yelling up the line, “Kelsey, are you in line? Because Mamma Bear just cut you!”
We can’t help ourselves, we are all laughing. Turns out however, Mamma Bear did not like her new nickname and is waiting to tell us off when we exit the bathroom. At this point, none of us are angry and we are just laughing at this adult woman screaming at us. One of us muttered, “Guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.” This was also not appreciated by Mamma Bear who in turn, finds the bar manager and has us kicked out for threatening her!
She did at least get herself and her daughter kicked out as well and they insisted on having someone walk them to their car in case we “attacked them in the parking lot!”
The whole thing was ridiculous, and while it wasn’t the only time I have ever been kicked out of a bar, it was the only time I have been kicked out of a bar for getting a fight with someones mother.
Guess who wrote 1,000 words today? It still counts even if it isn’t 1,000 in my book right? I’ll get there. Only so many days till April 1st…
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