I was at a certain bar and grill for the 3rd year in a row to see some friends play a show. They moved to Toronto a couple years back and come back for Christmas and play every year, it is usually the only time we see them. I usually have a blast dancing, and it is a good scene for people who are into heavier music. This year I was PINNED up against the stage. Couldn't move. I am still debating whether to take pictures of my bruises and send them to the bar, as my mother in law suggested. It was all dudes, bending me over the stage. When I told my boyfriend I was uncomfortable, he started pushing back... and someone tried to choke him out. When I finally made my way out, I noticed the back of the dance area was relatively uncluttered, so your cramming up into me was unnecessary, and meant to make me uncomfortable. Whether you were being perverted or not, if you wanted to be by the stage, you should have waited like we did. Then leaving the bar later to find someone, I was told I wasn't allowed back in, even to wait for my friends who had my ride, when I was in a dress and it was freezing. Young gun at the door needed to calm down on the power trip, k thanks.Then I got home to pipes burst under my kitchen sink RUINING my lower bathroom ceiling. A big fuck you to ringing in the new year, I wish I stayed home and worked on the 6th bottle of wine with my group of friends. FUCKIIIING DICKBAGS. —Little black dress