Journal Abm0raz's Journal: Why are drunk(s/girls) so ... stupid? 1
My town as a "Tavern Association" which the bars get together and self-regulate so the local gov't doesn't have to.
One of their rules is that you may not have liquor until 26hrs after you turn 21. Beer only for the night of your birthday (midnight-2am) and the entire next day (open-2am). This is a stupid reactionary rule to a girl that drank herself retarded several years ago.[2]
The sports bar I work for is not part of the Tavern Association. It is 1 of 2 that aren't (out of 31 bars in the town). So we just have to follow state liquor laws.
Our rules are:
- 1. Big black "X" on each hand in permanent marker to signal they're 21."
- 2. Must have a glass of water with them at ALL times.
- 3. No more than 2 shots at the table at any time.
- 4. You can't line up shots by having friends hold them and pound more than 2 at a time.
- 5. No shot lists of what the birthday boy/girl has drank
We reserve the right to kick the entire party out at any time for the infractions on any individual[3]. With this in mind, there were 6 21st birthdays in the bar last night. One guy came inat midnight and had 8 (maybe more) shots by 12:30. He was standing by the bar and kept falling into people trying to get their drinks. I walked up to him and asked if he's alright. He fell into me and said, "I'm fine
I replied, "Sure you are buddy. Come on. Let's get your friends and tell them it's time for you to go."
At this point, a cute brunette who was in his party heard me and came up and tried to do the whole "rub my arm", "try to hold hands", "rub my leg", "Why are you kicking him out?" crap. I ignored her and worked on getting the drunk that couldn't stand on his own to the door. Halfway there she grabbed my wrist and tried to hold me back (I easily out weighed her by 2.5X) to the point she dug her fingernails into my wrists. I turned and said to "Let go, or you're going, too."
She held on and said, "but whyyyy?" So I let go of drunk boy and picked her up with one arm. In that instant, with my support to lean on, drunk boy fell flat on his face. I looked at her and said, "That's why."
The rest of their friends finally saw what was happening and helped me get drunk boy to the door and called a cab. Whiney girl was summarily thrown out as well. When she got pissed I simply replied, "My job is to throw out problematic people. You tried to prevent me from doing my job. That makes you a problem. Tits or no tits, you gotta go." Sometimes it feels good to remind the sluttly looking girls that looks can't always get them what they want.
Ok, that was stupid drunk girl #1. Stupid drunk girl #2, I picked up halfway through the incident, but was told what led up to it. She was on her birthday and was having trouble keeping her head up at 1:45am. One of the waitresses asked her if she'd like more water. Stupid Drunk Girl #2 (henceforth known as SDG2) said yes, then went to the bathroom with the water. Soon as she entered the bathroom, the waitress went in after her to make sure she wasn't puking. SDG2 said she was fine, and just needed to pee. 2 minutes later, another waitress came running out of the bathroom yelling for help. I ran in to see SDG2 passed out, slumped againstthe wall on the on the floor with the glass of water broken around her. Nicole (waitress #2) was frantic, saying she wasn't breathing. I shook SDG2 gently and tapped her face saying, "Wake up!" I tried that 2 or 3 times.
I laid her down and checked her pulse. It was there, rapid and faint. There was no perceptable movement in her chest for breathing and I could feel no breath from her lips or mouth. I smacked her face one last time yelling, "Wake up!" after getting beside to prepare mouth-to-mouth when she shot up to a sitting position (basically head-butting me) with a BIG gasp. She gasped a few times then said, "I'm fine." No lisp, no slur, no drawn out drunk speech at all. She stood up under he own power and started to walk away. She walked back towards her table in a straight line. It wasn't till she had to turn the corner that she wobbled again. By this time the manager had gotten there and we had her sit. Her friends came to the table (they had been playing pool) and we relayed the story. She (and her friends) refused an ambulance.
Far as we could tell, she passed out and knocked the wind out of herself when hitting the wall/sink. Thus ends a typical night at the SportsCafe Bar & Grill.
-Ab
- [1] I had a propensity to go out drinking 6 nights a week. I figured if I'm going to be in a bar, I might as well get paid for it.
- [2] A few years back, a girl got a
- [3] We're the only place that let's you do shots on your birthday. If you don't like our rules, go drink somewhere else. The other bar that's not part of the Tavern Association is an expensive speakeasy type bar that has a dress code and server $20 Martinis and $10 bottles of beer. In contrast, we serve $2-3 shots/mixed drinks and $2-3 23oz draught beers.
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