I was reading some Buzzfeed stories about people who witnessed other folks being bounced out of a club, but I noticed no one stated that they themselves had been bounced.
Has anyone here been bounced? I never have, even back in my young bar-going days. The nearest thing was once I was denied entry to a club because I had my two black girlfriends with me, and the club was in a whitebread part of town. The given reason was that their “IDs were probably fake.” We were all really pissed at the bouncer guard, but there was nothing we could do.
I was once asked to leave a gay bar because I made out with a dude (I’m a cishet woman). After getting over my initial shock – I spent my 20s in gay bars, and it wasn’t my first time at that particular one – I didn’t argue: no hard-core bouncing was involved, and I wasn’t banned or anything, but I did get kicked out.
Yeah, there were some bars here in Chicago – okay, I’m thinking of one – that if they didn’t like the look of you would insist on 3 IDs, which no sane person carries, of course. Closest I came was my friend threw up in the bathroom of the bar around the corner from this bar and I had to assist the bouncers in getting him out of the club. (I was designated driver and perfectly sober. They may have also wanted me and my other drunken friend out of there, too, as guilt by association. I can’t exactly remember.)
Asked to leave rather than forcefully expelled. Small bar in middle of nowhere SoCal, group of college students (mostly grad students, it was a grad class in Fire Ecology) on a one week Spring Break academic field trip, got very drunk (well, I did - I tended to overindulge on field trips, a lot of pot, beer and Jim Beam that week) and kinda loud. Asked politely to please remove ourselves and we did.
Twice, even if not forcefully expelled. First time was at 18, in a local bar, where some dude who was friends with the bouncers started harassing me for my long hair, I guess. I was told to leave for causing trouble - yeah right.
Second time, at around 23, I was sitting in a night club when a friend of mine took a swing at me over some drunken grievance, drinks flying etc., and I defended myself, pretty passively. My friend was escorted out pretty forcefully, but I was only sternly told to take a hike.
Once my cousin and I were escorted out of a bar for screaming “Eff you” in French to a group of Canadian bikers who were not amused.
Another time I was rolled out of a bar for being too drunk to drink. I started rolling home down the side of a road on a hill and the police picked me up and drove me home. Many, many years ago.
Kicked out of a bar in GTMO Bay Cuba for trying to help myself to the Crown Royal.
Kicked out of a Jamaican Bar in GTMO Bay, Cuba for swearing loudly and obnoxiously. Was carrying a bag of groceries at the time. Me and the groceries rolled down a coral hill and I chopped up my legs a bit.
There are probably a couple others I don’t recall.
This was the late 1970s/early 1980s for reference in time.
Kicked out and banned, because we walked in after whatever band they had playing had started and there wasn’t anyone at the door, then they yelled at us for not paying the cover. Instead of listening to us they just bounced us. Whatever. Shitty bar anyways. Out of business now. Can’t imagine why.
Bounced from the Paradise in Boston for dancing at a Ramones concert.
At the time the club was trying to be a genteel sit-down concert venue with chairs and tables. You were supposed to sit down and order drinks while being entertained by Pablo Cruise. Dancing was forbidden. They had no business booking punk rockers.
These were the closest I’ve come. One time - at a Dopefest no less - our party got denied entry because they weren’t sure my ID wasn’t fake. I don’t think they had anything against any of us, because we’re Dopers so we look non threatening by nature, and the club was only half full so it wasn’t like they wanted bigger spenders in there, and while it was a dance club, no one was actually dancing in there, so it’s not like we looked like we would set a bad vibe either. But who knows, they might have either really made a mistake about my ID or might have just not liked the looks of us for some reason.
The other time I was at the UCF Arena at an A Day To Remember concert, although this happened when Pierce The Veil was playing. I was just jumping up and down, not even next to anyone so not being dangerous, when security started shoving me out of the blue. They stopped when I begged them to stop and wagged their fingers at me and let me stay, and I’m not quite sure why they thought I was a threat. It might be because they thought I was going to actively start a mosh pit, and a) I do like mosh pits, and b) no mosh pits were started during Pierce the Veil or All Time Low, but c) there were a heck of a lot of pits during A Day to Remember, so if that were the case, the rules were being enforced selectively yet overly proactively.
Nope. I have played in bar bands on and off for much of my life, and have seen unruly people get ejected. But the wise band stays well clear of any trouble…!
Bounced a few times, all in my early- to mid-20s. Once, my friend group were at a club in Windsor, ON, got jumped by some other dudes, and we fought back. All of us were tossed.
Another time, I went to a corner dive bar with my then-girlfriend, her sister and their friend. I was 21, they weren’t, so we snuck in a half-pint of Southern Comfort. The gals kept ordering cokes and pouring in SoCo, while I ordered beers. The manager figured out what what was going on and kicked us all out.
The third time was at the same corner dive bar. A bunch of us had been at a birthday party a few blocks away, and had been drinking since about noon. Around 11pm, we decided to go to the corner bar. They were having karaoke, which our drunken asses decided would be fun to do. We got about half-way through “Chattahoochee” and they tossed us. I guess we didn’t sound as good as we thought we did.
Back in the late 70’s myself and 3 friends went into a hotel lounge. It was somewhat crowded and there was no cover. Within 30 seconds about 6 huge security guards and 1 pencil neck manager surrounded us and demanded ID. We were all 18 and that was the drinking age at the time. But it was a corporate hotel and they only served patrons 21 and over, which was bullshit. And there was no signage indicating that.
They very rudely escorted us out in a circle yelling at us to not come back. They could have handled that a lot better I’ll tell you that.
I was in a karaoke bar (the kind with individual rooms so you’re only with your own group) for an acquaintance’s birthday party. At one point, the birthday boy and several others left the room (not too unusual, as I thought they were just ordering a round of drinks or something). Several minutes later I was informed that my entire group was being kicked out, and the cops were even called. I never even found out why. The next day I asked somebody what had happened, and she refused to tell me. All I do know is that it had something to do with something that the birthday boy did, possibly related to girl problems he was having at the time.
A couple years ago I went back to the karaoke bar (with a different group this time), and I decided to sing Jay Z’s “99 Problems” to commemorate the event. (“If you’re having girl problems, I feel bad for you son,…”)
I’m not sure this counts, but when I was 20 the legal age for drinking rose to 21. My best friend and I were at the local bar. We were told to leave at midnight.
Once in Texas almost got kicked out of a bar due to mistaken identity. I literally just walked in and hadn’t reached the bar yet when someone accused me of hitting on his girlfriend. The bouncer sorted it out when he realized I had been there maybe a minute.
In Germany when I was stationed there it was very common for clubs to claim they were members only when the realized you were American. So not bounced out but barred from entering
No grandfather clause? I’m not old enough to have seen 18 as drinking age in most places. However, I was going to school in Maryland when the age was 18 for beer and wine in DC. They raised the age to 21 while I was there but everyone over 18 was grandfathered.
