After the admittedly fuzzy details of Saturday, I called the peeps I was with (and the people I drunk dialed after being 86-ed) to try and piece the night together. According to sources.....I was in the show an hour and 20 minutes tops. Probably closer to an hour. Afterwards (and during phone calls) I had the same story as I remembered it Sunday. I felt I had been overcharged, asked about it, got rebuffed...starting being an a-hole about it, got booted. Sometimes I'll dream things that happened when they really didn't so at least my story stacks up for myself.
I did discover that I didn't just "knock down" the podium outside the club, I destroyed it. As soon as Jed mentioned that, I remember clotheslining it on my way by. So, I'm fairly certain they're trying to charge me for that. However I can't imagine a cheesy wooden podium costs $160.00. If so, I want a receipt.
Plus, my credit card charge was one lump sum of $231.00. That means after I left, they threw extra money on there for whatever reason. There wasn't one charge for $71.00 and then another for $160.00.
All in all I now feel bad for my behavior. I always kind of did. I support that club because they aren't owned and operated by Clear Channel, then I go and wreak havoc. BUUUUUT.....seeing now that they tried to add a charge without my consent makes me think they're shady and that I was in fact right the first time when I thought I was getting overcharged. Anyway...the credit card co is working on it and I'll be sure to let you all know how it comes out as I'm sure it's keeping you awake at night.
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The club sounds a bit shady. Good luck with the credit card company!
And, for the record, I have never seen you be anything but overly nice to bartenders.
I could tell you some stories about getting thrown out of places. One time I was denied entrance to a bar because I had been tossed out of the strip club several doors down the previous night. This is worth mentioning because A) I must have caused quite a ruckus to get noticed and put on the "Don't Let This Clown In" lists up and down the block, and B) I honestly had no idea that this had happened until the doorman told me so. I do vaguely recall a taxi, and a supermarket, and sucking on a frozen bagel, but I don't know what I actually did to get the boot. Maybe I crawled up onto the bar to have a heart-to-heart with one of the ladies. You can frter would attempt so Poker Fad Diet South Beach happier 5 sure they According dramatically, Also my hand b
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I could tell you some stories about getting thrown out of places. One time I was denied entrance to a bar because I had been tossed out of the strip club several doors down the previous night. This is worth mentioning because A) I must have caused quite a ruckus to get noticed and put on the "Don't Let This Clown In" lists up and down the block, and B) I honestly had no idea that this had happened until the doorman told me so. I do vaguely recall a taxi, and a supermarket, and sucking on a frozen bagel, but I don't know what I actually did to get the boot. Maybe I crawled up onto the bar to have a heart-to-heart with one of the ladies. You can form a very special bond with a naked woman you don't know when you're shitfaced.
I've never trashed a podium, but I have destroyed a flower garden, shrubbery, various pieces of furniture, a chupacabra piggybank, many articles of clothing and even more personal relationships. And I lost my shoes when those imaginary Russian mobsters chased me to the edge of the Mississippi and forced me to escape by climbing horizontally along a chainlink fence, hanging by my fingers and toes over the river.
So your story rings a bell. If this is an anomaly, chalk it up to experience. If things like this seem to be happening with increasing regularity and you want to talk to someone, I have had some experience in that area. You know how to reach me. --Frankbooth
Heheh....nice, Frank. I don't plan on making a return trip to Asshole Circle, but if I do, we can form a club!
It's precisely when you don't plan it--when you actually say "I'm not gonna do that tonight"--and then you do it anyway-- that you have to worry.
If it gets to that point, you'll know. Or someone close to you will tell you.
I just came in from a concert and hadn't palnned on drinking and now, I'm typing with one eye closed.
Just kidding, I had soda. Looks like I'm home free!! For now.....
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