:: Disclaimer:: I am not encouraging either of the acts that I’m about to describe. These happened when I was much younger and much dumber ::/Disclaimer::
Twice (AFAIR). The first time was at a dance club. In the middle of the the club, there was a two story high dance cage. I decided it would be cooler to dance on the cage - not in it. So, I climbed up the outside of the cage and danced on top - probably 25’-30’ above the dance floor and started busting a move (not really dancing - just drunk guy flailing) on the 2" wide steel beams on top of the cage. I may have been alright, but the bar owner was there and apparently was worried about insurance or some such thing. The bouncer was pretty cool about it. He told me I was welcome back tomorrow, but I had to leave for the night. I’m still remembered for that one.
The other time, I was sitting at a bar chatting with some friends. I girl had sat down next to me while I was there. I lit up a cigarette, and after the first puff, the girl grabbed the cigarette, broke it in half, and threw it in the ashtray. I looked over at her and she snottily said that smoking is bad. So, I did my best snotty girl impression, told her that drinking was bad, and dumped her drink in her lap. In retrospect, it wasn’t the most mature thing to do, but if you don’t like smoke, don’t go into a bar that allows it. So, her boyfriend, who was probably 6" shorter and 80lbs lighter than me gets all pissed off and trys to get me to apologized. I’m not sure what I said to him, but I know I had no interest in diffusing the situation.
The bouncers came over before it escalated to an actual fight, but we were all asked to leave.
Quelle coincidence! I was also kicked out of a bar called the Yacht Club (a good half day’s drive from any major body of water, let alone a yacht) when a friend seated beside me decided to open, and take a sip from, one of several bottles of beer displayed on the bar, which he apparently took to be free samples.
They weren’t. The bartendress snatched the bottle away from him, dumped it down the sink, made him pay for it, and kicked us both out. Good times.
I was kicked out of Squirrel’s Tavern in Corvallis, Oregon one time, but it was on account of somebody phoned in a bomb threat. After an hour or so, they let everybody back in and replaced the pitcher of beer we left on the table.
I was cut off at a gay leather bar (The Eagle in Atlanta) We’d been drinkin snakebites… I have NO idea how many (and I’ve always had a low tolerance anyway) and we wer all hammered. The Bartender first screamed “Not at the Bar!” at us… we were being very sexual provocative. Eventually we were cut off. I think that if if had just been me and the guy I was with, it might have been fine… the lady with us (who shared equally in our attentions, and vice versa) complicated things a bit, perhaps.
I was denied admittance to ‘The Bull Finch Pub’ once. Bouncer made a big point of saying nobody with a NJ license was allowed in because at that time there were no pictures on NJ licenses. And the fact that the week before a ball had rolled through Bill Buckner’s legs was just an amazing coincidence…
Hell yes I have - many times. And no offense, tdn, but when you wake up in a holding cell with a hangover it tends to jog your memory.
I’ve been asked to leave (ala Ron White), I’ve even been banned for life. Most notably, (1) I was ushered out with a .357 to my temple from a sleazy strip club in Dallas and (2) was very unceremonious exited from a biker bar I stumbled into (and didn’t behave well in).
Actually thrown out of a dive with a mate in the west country after a gang of sailors picked a fight with us .
They outnumbered us but we won so had to leave, the bouncers put on a good show but didn’t actually try to do us any harm .
Asked to leave a pub on the Welsh border after making a comment about “crap hats”,unbeknownst to me the Landlady was married to one.
Physically thrown out after a bunch of travellers picked a fight with me .
And the strangest was being barred by a young landlord who had been carrying a torch for an attractive barmaid for ages but was too shy to tell her.
Unfortunately the barmaid and I used to flirt heavily every time we saw each other and he decided to eliminate any potential competion.
Didn’t do him any good he was still too shy to romance her and she married another bloke.
Yeah, me too. Did you know that an overseas license isn’t adequate proof that you’re of age, and you need your passport instead? We all learned that last summer when my friend Jay brought his friend who was visiting from the UK and had left her passport in NY. We were going anyway but I don’t think they were going to ask us all to leave until the beer wench who already didn’t like us much overheard someone’s bright idea to just order for the girl who lacked passport. :smack: It took us a good 45 minutes to find a bar with lower standards.
I suppose I could have been thrown out another night for opening the men’s room door by accident when I was buzzed, but none of the staff noticed and no one complained. I took that as a sign to switch to soda for the rest of the night.
