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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Because you asked so nicely


There have been requests for the tale of how my inner beast was unleashed, so in a nutshell, here it is.

Now, those of you who know me, know I’m not a confrontational person. I hate conflict. My first instinct is to avoid it altogether, although I’m slowly learning there are times when talking the issue out is appropriate (not always successful, perhaps, but sometimes you’ve got to try). That’s why this whole thing was so…unexpected.

This happened at the casino show where security made us stay at our seats until near the end of the show. (They didn’t make us sit down, but only a handful of people stood until we were allowed to go forward.) Styx’s stage manager was furious.

A little while after we got up to the stage, some asshole guy decided it would be a brilliant idea to shove me into Ken and sit his girlfriend on the stage, I assume so she could jump up and do...whatever. Grab the guys. Dance. Get busted for being an idiot. Whatever; I don't care. They were on my right; Ken was on my left. Ken reached around me and grabbed the woman and pulled her get down, as did I.

At which point we discovered something about me. Apparently I turn into a mama bear protecting her cubs, or possibly the Tasmanian Devil, when someone tries to get at my band.

I turned around and roared “No! That is not fucking appropriate! Get the fuck down!” Ken notes that the guy was about 6-3, 6-4, and when I let into him, he actually took a step back. His girlfriend took several steps back. Heh.

Then the guy made a worse mistake: He condescended to me. He started in with "Hey, calm down, we're all just having fun here."

Me, still at the top of my lungs: “It’s not fun when you’re shoving me! Back the fuck off!

At that point, Ken was trying to calm me down. I think I had flames shooting out my ears. I turned back to the stage, but the guy was still being a little muttery, and Ken said "Hey man, be careful, she'll rip your face off." I will? This was so unlike me. I was livid.

It felt kinda good actually. :-)

I also had a big space behind me for the rest of the show. :-)

The band and security never noticed a thing.

[Note to my mother: I’m sorry. I honestly don’t use the f-word on a regular basis. That was part of what was so bizarre about the whole incident.]


6 comments:

catfromtex said...

Good for you. Women in general are (too) socialized to get along and play nice, and walking sphincters like that guy seem to just assume they can take advantage when they feel like it.

Way to guard your man/band/space. As an extra bonus, you now get to display the Panther Queen aura and accouterments for a week (the crown is just OK, but the sarong is simply *fabulous*).

Dayle A. Dermatis said...

What is it with you and trying to dress me in various unusual outfits?

Mom said...

Okay. Just don't let it happen again.

catfromtex said...

I have no idea why I try and put you in various virtual unusual outfits. It's either something about your personality, or it's just Halloween in my head all the time :)

Dayle A. Dermatis said...

Halloween! The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Angell said...

YAY Dayle - defender of defenseless (or maybe not) hot men who are rocking out!!

Thanks for the pics. LOVE the cuffs. Wish I'd seen them...*starts frantically searching eBay again* :P