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Maybe it was me, you bastards!
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Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
I like margaritas but they inevitably make me hurl. The only time I've ever been bodily thrown out of a bar was at El Coyote in West Hollywood, when I went into the mens' room to buy condoms for my friend Neal because it was his birthday. Shortly before, I turned to my friend Tova and said "I cannot believe I am so hammered and this is only my first margarita" and she said "Honey, that's your fifth margarita". I do not drink margaritas any more.
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Sadly, the only time I ever got kicked out of a bar was after the bar exam, and someone in the celebratory group didn't have their ID because he didn't put it back in his wallet after the exam was over. He got into an argument about it with the bouncer, trying to use the bar ticket as proof of age and then snuck in when the bouncer was arguing with someone else about something. Bouncer at the bar individually hunted down every single bar examinee and escorted us out of the Gingerman. The bar next door bought us shots, though, so our outraged was short-lived.
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