Besides the fact that last night was unbearably hot and humid for those of us stuck outside at the door all night, I was surprised to find it wasn't as crowded as I had thought it would be. I was confused until someone explained to me that the fraternities and sororities had shit to do with rush and weren't allowed downtown. It was just a damn shame that I couldn't brush shoulders with the frat boys for a few nights.
So...sadly it wasn't as eventful as I had hoped, but there were a few highlights.
There was one obviously drunken kid who seemed to be making laps around the block. Each time he passed us by he seemed to be more drunk than the last time. The last we saw of him, he was drunkenly bouncing off poles and parking meters trying to keep his balance with two bike cops in hot pursuit. Keep in mind, this was around 11pm.
An older guy, he looked to me to be around 45 or 50, got belligerently drunk and decided to leave. We stop letting people in at 2am. He came back after that and after being informed that he wasn't going to be allowed inside, he decided to let us know that no "punks can keep him out of the bar". "I'm going in and you can't stop me!" he declared.
We deal with this shit all the time, but it's always funny when an older person decides to try and drink like they're 19. It usually ends with them acting like they're 19. It's even funnier when they try to fight us. This guy, drunk as he was, decided to listen to his friend and walked away before it got nasty.
The last event of the night was a guy from Kenya who decided he would blatantly grope any girl who would come within arms reach of him. When asked to leave he argued, threatened us, told us not to touch him, and was generally a huge pain in the ass. He was ushered outside where he decided to break his own rule and put his hands on me. He claimed we were going to lose thousands of dollars a night without his business. We were going to be sorry, he said.
Surprisingly, not one of us cared.