I've never been kicked out of anywhere, per se, but one time I was not allowed to go see a show because I was too drunk to enter the bar. I stumbled against the wall on the way in and the door guy wouldn't take my money. This was at Valentine's in Albany. He said "I can't let you in here, man." I said, "Why?! I come here all the time!" He said, "Yeah, but you're too drunk to be in here now." I said "What?!" He said "Yeah, sorry." I had no ability to argue with him and was shocked and embarrassed, so I just left.
On the (very short) walk home, as I stumbled along, I realied he was right. I was FAR too trashed to be in a bar. I could barely walk.
I blame my brother, who had worked a wine tasting earlier in the day and brought home a case of half-filled bottles of VERY good wines, which we enjoyed before we went out. I had fallen behind the crew heading to the show so nobody knew what happened to me.
That door guy was good.
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