On Saturday night I was walking down Hindley St with this chick. I had met her once before and she seemed pretty decent and normal and the like. Anyways, we walked past the Rosemont, she started abusing the bouncer. Calling him a fat fuck, fucking cocksucker etc, etc. So the bouncer goes nuts, yelling at me "Is she with you?!?" I was like fucking hell, so I got in between them (she was trying to stub her cigarette out on his face), pulled her away and started to try and get her to her car. Walk past the Basement. Fucking hell. She started going to town on all the indigeneous folk, and I just stood there flabbergasted. One of the large groups of our Aboriginal friends started walking towards us with a twinkle in their eyes and I grabbed this chick again and walked her onwards. To cut a long story short, I got spat on, punched numerous times, screamed at, etc etc. This was by this chick btw. On our journey she abused people of all colours and creeds, with me breaking up fights almost every few minutes. Now let me tell you about Isobar. She starts spitting, flashing, offending, punching the two big-ass black bouncers, whereupon I get involved again to try and stop any more potential violence. This time it didn't matter. One of the dudes dragged her inside, shut the doors behind him and did fuck knows what, whilst I get grabbed by the other one, thrown to the ground and punched twice to the side of my face. Nice.
I barely knew the girl, had only been trying to prevent her from hurting herself or getting herself into trouble and I get sucker-punched for it. The thing that really irks me is that hours previously we had just been drinking and talking and she seemed like a fine upstanding lady indeed. What is it with that?