So to preface, I'm a very responsible drunk. I drink insane amounts and get really drunk and loud, but I'm controlled. I don't get into fights with people, I don't stumble around, I can talk (and surprisngly, type) coherently, etc. Even if I have to yack, I'll do so discretely and then drink more. Basically, I can take care of myself.
That said, limited to Vegas, I've been kicked out twice, both times for ludicrous reasons. I've told them, but I'll explain again:
Tryst -- went to Vegas for a friend's 21st. We drank before we went, but I wanted more drinks there. So we've been ordering kamikazes and top-shelf AMFs all night. The AMFs have been running about $15 a pop and we've been tipping well on these. It's now 2 am and I'm ready for my next, so I pop back to the bar, with a friend by my side, and order myself a top-shelf AMF. The bartender makes one, gives me the drink, then says the words that will haunt me forever: "Sixty-Five Dollars". At first, I thought she was kidding or that she mixed up my tab. Nope, she was serious. Apparently, she put some ridiculous Patron in there that costs $65 a shot. I asked her why the hell anyone would put $65 shots in an AMF, which is designed to HIDE the taste, but she wouldn't listen. She grabs the manager and then starts the arguing.
The bartender claimed that she told me it would cost $65 before she made it. She did not and my friend vouched for me. Then another bartender that wasn't there said she heard the first one say that, which wasn't true. I tried arguing my way out of it, but... well, next thing I know, a bouncer escorted me out of there, at which point I started cussing the manager out for trying to hustle their clients out of money.
But it wasn't all bad; a couple friends came with me to keep me company (because they're awesome) and we sat on the Wynn balcony and drank more, while a giant frog popped out and sang "What a Wonderful World". Pretty soon, the rest of our friends from the club came and hung out with us there, since Tryst was dying down anyway and life was great.
Tao -- In my trip report, but to sum it up, I was leaving the club, a bouncer stops me, takes me outside, asks how much I had to drink, then puts two X's on my hand and asks me to leave the club from an alternate exit. I still do not know why this happened.
That said, limited to Vegas, I've been kicked out twice, both times for ludicrous reasons. I've told them, but I'll explain again:
Tryst -- went to Vegas for a friend's 21st. We drank before we went, but I wanted more drinks there. So we've been ordering kamikazes and top-shelf AMFs all night. The AMFs have been running about $15 a pop and we've been tipping well on these. It's now 2 am and I'm ready for my next, so I pop back to the bar, with a friend by my side, and order myself a top-shelf AMF. The bartender makes one, gives me the drink, then says the words that will haunt me forever: "Sixty-Five Dollars". At first, I thought she was kidding or that she mixed up my tab. Nope, she was serious. Apparently, she put some ridiculous Patron in there that costs $65 a shot. I asked her why the hell anyone would put $65 shots in an AMF, which is designed to HIDE the taste, but she wouldn't listen. She grabs the manager and then starts the arguing.
The bartender claimed that she told me it would cost $65 before she made it. She did not and my friend vouched for me. Then another bartender that wasn't there said she heard the first one say that, which wasn't true. I tried arguing my way out of it, but... well, next thing I know, a bouncer escorted me out of there, at which point I started cussing the manager out for trying to hustle their clients out of money.
But it wasn't all bad; a couple friends came with me to keep me company (because they're awesome) and we sat on the Wynn balcony and drank more, while a giant frog popped out and sang "What a Wonderful World". Pretty soon, the rest of our friends from the club came and hung out with us there, since Tryst was dying down anyway and life was great.
Tao -- In my trip report, but to sum it up, I was leaving the club, a bouncer stops me, takes me outside, asks how much I had to drink, then puts two X's on my hand and asks me to leave the club from an alternate exit. I still do not know why this happened.
Who knows...?
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