So I Broke Up a Cat Fight...man-law violation?

So I tried, desperately, to grab a nap/power-nap before going to see FLO RIDA at Club Kryptonite last night; and failed miserably. Damn you, Jack Bauer, with your powers to keep my interest (despite knowing I was rolling the DVR anyhow). Either way, I was REALLY looking forward to this show, for some reason.

Now those of you that KNOW me know I'm about as white a guy as there is - so consider for a minute...I, Ron, was EXCITED about going to see a hip hop show in a crowded night club.

There's something about Flo, though; His songs are just so damn catchy. I told him this when I interviewed him - his stuff is so contagious and catchy, that folks of all ages and demographics catch on to his tunes. He's a pretty savvy business man (I wonder if that was his major at UNLV), so he KNOWS what he's doing.

Enough about that; what transpired last night still has me scratching my head and wondering "what the heck?" I caught up with many of my co-workers at Club K last night, and we were all hanging out at the VIP area, awaiting the show, when I started feeling tiny nuggets of ice and water on my head. I thought there was a slight A/C leak from the ceiling maybe, but about 2 minutes later, I saw a commotion going on - LITERALLY below me, on the floor. THat's where Marcia (from the "Rock of Love Bus") getting the snot beaten out of her by a smaller (though more tenacious) female.

It was like one of those old-school hip-hop dance-offs, though. Folks just made a circle around 'em and watched. Seriously? So I just did what I THOUGHT many other folks would eventually pitch in and do - I started grabbing at these girls to split 'em up. Don't think I'm bragging about this, either, because APPARENTLY, somewhere in that book those Miller Lite guys were writing down "man-laws" is an entry that reads "don't break up a girl fight between two hot chicks."

Oops. Silly me. What was I thinking?

Ehh, if this is a "man-law" violation, it's one I'll gladly take the reprimand for. Marcia was getting her teeth knocked in; this has absolutely NOTHING to do w/me liking her reality show, either. I couldn't tell you what channel "Rock of Love Bus" even comes on (VH-1, but I don't what channel number). I don't get the point of shows like these or what makes them appealing to folks, unless watching human train-wrecks "compete" against each other for the "fake" affections of washed up former music greats is deemed "quality entertainment." No, I just started grabbing at the little reality vixen's appendages in hopes of removing her from the flurry of punches coming at her out of some deeply hidden decency hidden within me.

See you tomorrow!