I am 38 years old and have NEVER been involved in an bar fight...until last night (this morning).
I was at a restaurant that is local to my place standing at the bar and drinking a beer. It was approximately 12:30 so the NY Celevration had started in earnest. Nontheless, I was very quiet and keeping to myself (my 2 friends were dancing with their wives) and I was single and just trying to hang out.
Two guys try to get to the bar to order drinks. Instead of asking me to move or even just politely tapping me, one throws an elbow at my face and yells to get the Fvck out of the way.
I get offended by this and call the guy an asshole for elbowing me. They then tell me they want to go outside and fight. I tell them I am perfectly fine right here and they can go for it if they really want to fight.
The two guys decide to bumrush me and as one of them tries to push me, I clock him straight on the forehead with the beer bottle I was holding. Nontheless, the other guy gets me off balance with a shove and I go down. At that point 1 or maybe more people try to wail on me with their fists. I realize I can do nothing from the position I am in and simply cover up so I cant get hit in any sensitive areas. Luckily the person (or people) punching me were so drunk they kept wailing on my shoulder and I escaped with no major bruises.
Security comes to break it up and I get thrown out. It turns out the 2 guys I was fighting with were close friends of the management so I get booted and they stay. As I am being escorted out of the place, one of them tries to lunge and hit me again but I anticipated this and stay well clear of his punch.
In spite of all this crazyness, I make it home in 1 piece and my friends didnt even know I was involved in the fight until I called them this morning.
Simply put, I feel like a real douchebag for getting in a fight now that I am 38 years old.
I hate New Years Eve and I dont think you will see me out at the bars ever again on that night.