I had to change my husbands song to a "Stones" song of course. We are big Rolling Stones fans so I went through and tried to pick out a song...then there it was Street Fighting Man...only because of the name.
Here is the story...
It was a dark night in the streets of Philly... 2am... there he was sitting in a Denny's with a few of the guys after a long night at the Domino (local achem..bar). Joking around, being the kind-a guy B he decided to do the fork trick and there it went flying across the room. Guess what happened next.
The fork just happened to hit a table with a group of Big Men of the African descent (probably not politically correct but I tried). Well they came over and confronted the culprit. In an instant the sucker punch was launched. The brawl began fists flying, food flinging, old ladies screaming, and cops coming.
Like a flash of a light B and his friends escaped with out penality....except for the black eye....
The next day was the day B was coming to meet my parents, I was 19 and he was 24, and there it was the BLACK EYE. Can't remember what the little white lie it was to cover it up, but it worked he passed inspection. I'm sure my Dad didn't fall for it he just knew that my "Street Fighting Man" was the one for me!
Here is the story...
It was a dark night in the streets of Philly... 2am... there he was sitting in a Denny's with a few of the guys after a long night at the Domino (local achem..bar). Joking around, being the kind-a guy B he decided to do the fork trick and there it went flying across the room. Guess what happened next.
The fork just happened to hit a table with a group of Big Men of the African descent (probably not politically correct but I tried). Well they came over and confronted the culprit. In an instant the sucker punch was launched. The brawl began fists flying, food flinging, old ladies screaming, and cops coming.
Like a flash of a light B and his friends escaped with out penality....except for the black eye....
The next day was the day B was coming to meet my parents, I was 19 and he was 24, and there it was the BLACK EYE. Can't remember what the little white lie it was to cover it up, but it worked he passed inspection. I'm sure my Dad didn't fall for it he just knew that my "Street Fighting Man" was the one for me!
7 comments:
I have never heard this one!!! Oh man kind of makes me laugh ;)
I love it, I knew that we were ment to be. My husband has waaaay too many good stories like that, except he is the big man...
Doesn't suprise me. So is he a lover now not a fighter?
oh, that is hilarious!!!!
seriously, one of my biggest regrets in life is that i've never wittnessed a honest-to-goodness, old fashioned bar fight.
your man rocks!
That is a story I haven't heard B tell. I bet he can reinact(sp?) it pretty well!!
Hey Cheryl! Sorry it's been so long since I've visited your blog. That's a great story... wow! Yea, street fighting man sounds like the perfect song! ha ha :D
Oh, by the way, I realized the other day as I was looking for some energy gels for a race last Sat, that I still have your Accellerade! I'm so sorry! I need to get that back to you. You still doing Virgina Beach?
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