Ever been bounced out of a show or a bar/club?

It looks exactly like a cigarette but is made out of some type of metal.

Originally posted by Julian, faux celeb-porn CONNOISSEUR:Is this a term for marijuana that I missed? [/QB]
Originally posted by econo:
It looks exactly like a cigarette but is made out of some type of metal.
Seriously? What?
Originally posted by Julian, faux celeb-porn CONNOISSEUR:
Originally posted by econo:
It looks exactly like a cigarette but is made out of some type of metal.
Seriously? What?
some people call em Chillums.
some look like cigarettes, some are fancy pants.
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Originally posted by Julian, faux celeb-porn CONNOISSEUR:
Originally posted by Che:
I would take a one hitter
Is this a term for marijuana that I missed?
Wow! How could you miss that one. Now power hitter, that may be an obsolete term these days, but one hitter? Julian, it's like I hardly know you. Ddidn't they teach you that at HFS ;)
Originally posted by SPARX:
Julian, it's like I hardly know you. Ddidn't they teach you that at HFS ;)
Ddidn't they teach you to type?

I only claim expertise on matters relating to pr0n, not illicit drugs. Straight-edge vegetarian for 6.5 years.
sonick - you've reminded me of another funny bouncing/bounced experience: delicate sound of thunder tour, toronto.

i saw the show in montreal with friends, and a few days later they played toronto where i was living at the time. the night of the toronto show, i went to the mid-sized football stadium where pink floyd were playing to see how much of the show i could see and hear from the outside. the stadium sides didn't met at the corners so one had a clear line of sight to the stage, albeit from rather far away. at least 100 people had gathered at my corner to catch the free show.

having seen the same concert in montreal from a decent seat, i was less than impressed with this inferior vantage point so i started looking for an alternative. i noticed someone sitting on the roof of the building behind us - from the stage lights reflecting off him, it was obvious his view was much better. he even had a lawn-chair! i walked halfway around the building until i found a rainwater drain-pipe thingy that looked solid enough to hold my weight, and used it to climb to the roof of the two-story building (apparently i really was that stupid at age ~20). i was so frickin' proud of myself, marching across the roof to join the other partyer… who turned out to be a cop. he was shocked as hell to see me. "congratulations on getting up here. now get back down or i'll have you arrested for trespassing. GO."

so i climbed back down.

Originally posted by sweetcell:
i have, twice.
apparently i need to revise this estimate.
Originally posted by Julian, faux celeb-porn CONNOISSEUR:
Originally posted by SPARX:
Julian, it's like I hardly know you. Ddidn't they teach you that at HFS ;)
Ddidn't they teach you to type?

I only claim expertise on matters relating to pr0n, not illicit drugs. Straight-edge vegetarian for 6.5 years.
Not very well. In 11th grade I had typing but the teacher was bad. Although I hold several degrees, typing was never an issue. I hire someone to do those things if necessary. I did't think you partook, but that's a fairly common term. No need to turn your defensive switch up. Meat is murder,but mighty tasty. Porn, never really cared for it other than a chuckle or some famous slut. I prefer my women in person.
M Club
Jakarta, Indonesia
1995

So I'm 17 years old, living overseas and playing out the home stretch of senior year. Exams are wrapping up and everyone is just hanging out and enjoying the last weeks before graduation when we'll all split and go back to our respective countries.

M Club was one of the few large dance clubs downtown and was a favorite for the expats. Jakarta had no drinking age at that time, but I guess I was short on cash because I decided to empty out a clear water bottle and fill it with clear liquor to take with me.

My super secret method worked all night. Everyone said their goodbyes and I hung back a few minutes alone in the club just enjoying the buzz and the music. Just as I was getting a little pensive about leaving Jakarta, I get a tap on the shoulder from a very large bouncer who wants to know what's in the bottle. I tell him "it's just water, I'll throw it out". I had roused from my daydreaming and was ready to call it a night. I put it in the nearby trashcan and casually walk to the door. I turn back about halfway there and see him digging through the trash. Crap.

Before I can get to the door, I am cut off by a serious looking Indonesian who tells me in clear english that I'll need to follow him. I'm not terribly worried yet, but the fact that I'm being led to the small, dimly lit, "back room" doesn't strike me as a good sign. Apparently, Jakarta is cracking down on drug dealers (a crime punishable with the death penalty) and my slick method of hiding the bottle under my shirt has convinced them that I really know what I'm doing and thus must be into worse things.

I think what saved me, 2 hours of interrogation later, was that I didn't have any fake id on me (not that I'd need it) and that I really was just a naive kid who didn't think through the ramifications of breaking the law in a foreign country still ruled by a dictator.

The funny thing was how it all ended. Once the guy was convinced I was clean, he asked the bouncer to bring the bottle back in. He poured it into a glass and gave it to me to take back into the club, taking only enough money from my wallet to pay for it. Confused, I walked back in and forced myself to drink slowly for the next few minutes. I would've downed it in two seconds, but somehow it felt like that would have been rude since we had apparently smoothed things over and I was once again a guest in their establishment.

10 minutes was enough. I hopped in a cab home and, with a not altogether unpleasant feeling of adrenaline and 2 shots worth of new buzz, visualized the call I didn't make to my parents from an Indonesian jail.
aaaaaand we have a winner!

(not that further additions aren't welcome)
Originally posted by sweetcell:
aaaaaand we have a winner!

(not that further additions aren't welcome)
Yep, Tom's coud've turned into a mini Midnight Express. I'll be that shit gets scary real quick. Powerless but to the demeanor of the MAN and the best BS one can muster under the gun.
This is one of the first threads like this that I have actually taken the time to read. Very funny stories.

Mine aren't that great…

My 21st birthday also happened to be Fat Tuesday that year, so a big group of us went out to this awful club called Mitty's in Newport News, Virginia (where I was living at the time). I was having a good old time, and apparently got a little rowdy and backed into the biggest, blackest bouncer I've ever seen. He was not amused and escorted me out, and my friends made me wait in the car for an hour until last call.

A few years ago, we took a friend out for her 21st birthday to Howl At The Moon in Baltimore. After what we decided would be the last round of shots for the evening, I excused myself to the bathroom. I was just planning on taking a piss, but the last one must have gone down wrong and I had to puke it up.

Unfortunately, a bouncer was in there and heard it, and as soon as I came out of the stall he told me to go close my tab and exit the club at once. Even though it was nearing last call and we had decided we were leaving anyway, I still get shit from my friends for getting us all kicked out on someone else's birthday.
About oh, seven years ago at… the 9:30 Club. I went to see The Jesus Lizard right after their tour with Rage Against the Machine. About a half hour into their set, a guy jumped off the stage and did the Axl Rose leg kick into the audience, breaking the nose of the girl next to me (I assume because she had blood coming out over her hand) and kicking me in the face, snapping my brand new glasses. I grabbed the guy so we could "talk" outside about paying for my glasses and paying the woman's med bills. He laughed at me and tried to brush me off so we started to tussle. The great staff (no sarcasm, they were actually very nice about it) at the 9:30 pulled us apart and I got thrown out, in the process my swank GVSb shirt got ripped off me (I guess I could not let go of the guy's throat).

Pure coincidence, the jerk who jumped was wearing a RATM shirt…
Originally posted by SPARX:
Originally posted by Julian, faux celeb-porn CONNOISSEUR:
[qb]
Although I hold several degrees, . .
Translation…..too bone idle to go get a real job so I'll stay in school as long as possible and just rack up those degrees no employer gives a rats arse about unless it's a medical degree or maybe a law degree…..

;)
this isn't a being bounced story, since the bar was closing, but i was in matamoros, mexico drinking in a bar with a friend. we ended up hanging with 2 other people, a guy and a girl from texas a&m and the girl was trashed. hit final call, lights came up and the girl finished her girly drink- some multi-color concoction that came in a glass half-yard. while i'm standing next to her, she finishes her drink and promptly throws the glass half-yard against a wall, shattering it. 2 seconds later i get grabbed by neck and pulled to the front of bar by two mexican bouncers wanting to know why i threw the glass half-yard against the wall and threatening me. i try to explain in my drunk, slurring, and broken spanish that i didn't, it was the girl standing next to me. after about 15 minutes of various tries at communication, it turns out they were just upset at someone breaking one of their half-yards. i calmly turned over the $5 it cost, and walked out the door. . .the girl's friend paid me back and bought me a whataburger for my trouble once we got back across the border.
Originally posted by Roadbike Mankie:
Originally posted by SPARX:
Originally posted by Julian, faux celeb-porn CONNOISSEUR:
[qb]
Although I hold several degrees, . .
Translation…..too bone idle to go get a real job so I'll stay in school as long as possible and just rack up those degrees no employer gives a rats arse about unless it's a medical degree or maybe a law degree…..

;)
Yep, lernins kewl! FYI, the same college hired me upon graduation. Guess they were used to seeing me there anyway.
I have never been thrown out of a show, and I can't even remember being 86ed from a bar. Being a bartender and then a door guy for a long time, I think I keep a better perspective about my surroundings than most when I'm in a bar, and a tremendous amount of deference for owners and staff of bars/clubs.

Now, the stories of throwing folks out of bars, I think I may have been the guy to throw a lot of you dumb asses out.
Originally posted by vansmack:
I have never been thrown out of a show, and I can't even remember being 86ed from a bar. Being a bartender and then a door guy for a long time, I think I keep a better perspective about my surroundings than most when I'm in a bar, and a tremendous amount of deference for owners and staff of bars/clubs.

Now, the stories of throwing folks out of bars, I think I may have been the guy to throw a lot of you dumb asses out.
rhett? is that you?
Only the first sentence applies to me.

Pn the other hand, my wife almost got thrown out of a show we were at, until some people who were near us and saw what happened came to her defense.

Originally posted by le sonick:
Originally posted by vansmack:
I have never been thrown out of a show, and I can't even remember being 86ed from a bar. Being a bartender and then a door guy for a long time, I think I keep a better perspective about my surroundings than most when I'm in a bar, and a tremendous amount of deference for owners and staff of bars/clubs.

Now, the stories of throwing folks out of bars, I think I may have been the guy to throw a lot of you dumb asses out.
rhett? is that you?
Originally posted by vansmack:
I have never been thrown out of a show, and I can't even remember being 86ed from a bar. Being a bartender and then a door guy for a long time, I think I keep a better perspective about my surroundings than most when I'm in a bar, and a tremendous amount of deference for owners and staff of bars/clubs.

Now, the stories of throwing folks out of bars, I think I may have been the guy to throw a lot of you dumb asses out.
I worked for one of those bouncer for hire companies who get contracted out for concerts and stuff. I found it a rather boring job to be honest….you almost wished something would kick off just to break up the evening.
Originally posted by le sonick:
rhett? is that you?
Sorry. Common sense prevails, even when I'm drinking…

I don't drink heavily when I'm at concerts because I'm there for, get this…the music. If I wanted to get drunk, I'd save the $20 bucks I spent on the ticket and buy more beers at a bar, rather than at the show.

I tend to be friends with most of the bartenders/owners/staff of bars I frequent, so why would I want to be disrespectful in their bar? Here's a weird concept, the nicer I am, the more I get to drink and the less I have to pay for. So unless I get confused for someone else like venerable or econo, which hasn't happened, there's little chance I would get 86ed.

The closest I've ever been to being tossed was here in SF when a patron, in anger (something about a girl), threw a shot glass across the room that just missed my head and shattered on the wall behind me. I walked over to the bouncer and told him what happened, pointing out the guy, now hiding his head. The door guy said he'd handle it. He walked over to the guy, had a conversation, came back to me and said "he didn't do it. Must have fallen from the second floor." The second floor was closed. My friends were pissed, but calmed them down and said thanks; I then gathered up my group to leave. When I went to pay my tab, I asked the bartender if he knew the guy over there and discretely pointed out the guy who threw the shot glass. He said yeah, he works here. I told him what happened and that the bouncer was protecting him. He was pretending to ring up my credit card, but called the manager down, who came down, picked up our tab and fired both of the guys.

Now, how would you have handled that? Some probably would have charged the guy who threw the glass and been kicked out, if not thrown in jail. Some probably argued with the bouncer demanding that he see your point of view and also been kicked out. I chose to leave what I decided was a poorly run establishment and never return, politely asking one question before I left of the person I thought had the most common sense. Who had a better result?