A Little History...

Since there is nothing new and exciting going on today (except torrential rain and wind, flood warnings, and the like) I thought I would give you all a little of the history behind why I chose "MoFC" as my blog title. (or name, or moniker, whatever you call these things!)

First off, I obviously got the name from the Loretta Lynn song, "Fist City", it's a great song, and shortly after hearing it (With Lungfung on our way to get our hair done for her wedding) I asked everyone who pissed me off in some miniscule way, "You wanna go to Fist City? Cause I'm the Mayor, Bitch!" All in good fun, of course...

So here's a little story about my drunken temper...

Last year, a big group of people went to the greyhound park (dog races, clearly) for a friend's birthday, we'll call her "Bambi" (oh, wait, that's her real name, oh well) anyway, Bambi and her fiance (at the time, they are now married) "Bud" (not his real name, he used to work for Budweiser, hence, "Bud") and myself and my husband and a gaggle of Bambi's friends that I don't really know that well, or like that much. (that was a complete run-on but with all the parenthesis and shit, I can't figure out how to fix it, so deal!)

So we are gathered around a tall round table, no chairs, near the bar...

This complete cunt walks by and drops her garbage (empty beer cup, napkins, whatnot) on our table!

Now by this time, I've had, oh, 47 beers, and feeling a little combatitive, so I say, "Hey, Bitch! This isn't a garbage can, come back and pick up your shit!"

She turns around and says something stupid, "You're ugly", um, okay, no I'm not and what does that have to do with the price of rice? I proceed unleash a tirade of insults, calling her a "stupid whore", "bitch", "cunt", etc...She's muttering insults cause she has realized by this time that I'm not one to fuck with, but she doesn't want to look like a pussy, either.

Then...I do it...

I throw a (not mine, someone else's) beer at her! Since I'm clearly drunk and have no aim even on my best day, said beer hits "Bud" in the back!!

It's funny, really...He's stunned, all like, "What the fuck?" and I'm completely apologetic, and explain that I was trying to hit the stupid Skeeze-bag that used our table for a garbage can...

SIDEBAR: Oh yeah, I forgot, my MOTHER was there too, a proud moment for her, no doubt. She was trying to get me to shut up, and I was saying something like, "Mom, I'm 28 years old, Gawd!" which totally made me sound like a teenager, I'm sure.

Anyway, the cunt scurried off to the bar like a terrified little mouse, and everyone went back to watching the races, as if nothing had happened at all...

But still widely talked about to this day...

One of many stories of me almost going to "Fist City"...