I didn't want to get on the doormens' bad side as I go there a lot,
but didn't want to get run past by these douche bags either. The 5
chicks behind me start clammoring "Hey, baturalette (sp?) party over
here." And the line starts mumbling, the doormen let in the bitches
along with me and the 5 set behind me, overpacking the club
temporarilly beyond capacity.
What are some better ways to handle this situation. This is a dive
bar, they don't have 'red velvet ropes' that VIP's can get special
access through, these chicks just pussy muscled the doormen.
PFAL
"psychobabble" <mr_so_...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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Not much you can do when you have to rely on someone else to abstain from
AFC'ism. Still, sounds like you handled it just fine. You'd think a guy
working at a club could figure out when he's getting played.
Bush Pilot
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