Weak-end Part II

So...I got myself kicked out of a bar. What did you do this weekend?

See, what had happened was...

Saturday night, a bunch of friends had decided to descend upon Prohibition to see The Gilfords. Now, as you may recall, I tried to see them last week with less-than-stellar results.

Before we made our way to Prohibition, we met at a friend's and drank a bit. Nothing wrong with that. Actually, this, in my opinion, is an irrelevant detail but it would be irresponsible of me to not divulge that I drank enough beers to get me a tryout to be an extra in the sequel of Beerfest (if there ever is one). But again, I think this had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the evening. Others may disagree.

Anyhow, we got there and went to check our coats. While waiting, I rested my back against the wall. Because it was narrow, I tried to see if I could reach the other wall with my foot (In retrospect, I do this all the time. I should stop). Well, it turns out that I could...and it made a big foot-sized hole in the wall. I said, "Oh shit," checked my coat then went upstairs to enjoy the show.

About three songs in, the bouncer comes up to me and says can we talk to you outside. I immediately knew I was busted. I go outside and first, the guy is like "did you punch a hole in the wall?", to which I replied "No" and showed him my knuckles as proof. Then the manager comes out and says two people saw me intentionally kick a hole in the wall. Now, I'm not disputing that I put the hole in the wall but I was disputing his assertion that it was intentional. I told him my side of the story, we argued for a little bit to which I just said "You aren't going to believe anything I say so why don't you give me my coat then I'll go."

And that's how I got kicked out of Prohibition.

I wonder if I'm banned.