I was in there one night, bad day, prety drunk, with my mohawk standing tall 8"s or so. They threatend to kick me out. I would pound a can of beer, crush the can on my forehead then take a bite out of it before I threw it away. They claimed I was "intimidating their customers" and I needed to stop. This is the same place that twice I'd had knives pulle on me, and once a gun. Not a "family enviornment" if you will:hmm3grin2orange: :hmm3grin2orange: :hmm3grin2orange:
I'm a party pooper.....Just don't go out no more. The wife and kids all have a good time and we just spend it together as family. Nuff said right there.
Actually went out Tues after a hockey game and got to bed around 3:00 so that was my night out. I was all primed up for a couch and book day by the fire watching the snow come down. About 4:00 in the afternoon I decided that I was going to finish the book, which took until 11:00. With single digit temps and that howling wind we had there wasn't a trace of an "I should be doing something" guilt trip.