Kicked Out

I'm a bit of a lush. drunk. rediculous person. asshole. whatever. And when I am filling out those glorious myspace surveys, yes I do have a story for the question "Have you been kicked out of a bar?"

The first was about 2 weeks before my 21st birthday, the summer i lived in new york. I was at a coworkers party, had gotten completed wasted at open bar, and when outside to get some fresh air. I was puking all over the sidewalk and finally got up the strength to stand up and puke. Once the bouncer saw me, he grabbed me by the arm and literally threw me into the gutter on the street. Then i tried to get home-a whole other story.

The next time was when i was actually 21, celebrating St. Patrick's day completely wasted at IUP's trashiest bar, Al Patty's. Amy, Pussooowww Dave, and I were enjoying drunken time making fun of everyone there. A bottle dropped on the ground near us and suddenly the bouncer comes running over to Pussow, accuses him of throwing the bottle, and escorts him out. I, in turn, scream at the bouncer saying he obviously did not throw it and this was complete bullshit, at which time the bouncer then told me to get the hell out. This is the same bar that I wasn't even inside about a year later, but was drunk and they told me to leave their property.

I celebrated Janice's birthday at Klinger's a little too hard, or maybe it was that Heroin Aaron was buying us a little too many Screaming Nazis. Either way, after getting up and singing only the words ChChChChCherry Bombbbb whenever i felt like it during Janice's Joan Jett rendition, I decided to leave. I gave Janice a hug, picked her up, and knocked us both over. They got pretty pissed and told us to leave asap.

Although Las Vegas is very tolerant of drunks, I did mange to get kicked out as soon as i stumbled into Ellis Island's Kareoke Bar. The bouncers came running and said 'you'll have to leave'.

The latest is on New Years Eve. After going to the strip and all around, we ended up at Las Vegas's trashiest strip club: Larry's Villa. Where the girls are gross and the booze is...not cheap. Needless to say, i was loud and drunk, so I suppose when I was making fun of the strippers (and sitting in the front row) they heard me. The doorman informs me they know, they won't serve me anymore, and that I should probably leave.