Pissed Off!

And just when this blog was starting to get positive...

So I went with a group of friends to The Modern/Embassy for their gay night, and while I've never been a huge fan of clubbing, I thought maybe I'd give it a shot. The worst that could happen is that I'd end up dancing for a couples hours in a room with a bunch of bitchy skinny boys. The alternative is that I could wind up going home with one of those random bitchy skinny guys and having anonymous sex. Which, while not ideal, may indeed be preferable to not having sex at all. It depends largely on how bitchy and how skinny the boy is.

But after the 35 minute T ride, I got there, and they wouldn't let me in with my college ID. I sort of understand not accepting college IDs for people who claim to be 21 or above - I mean, whatever, they're easy to fake, yada yada yada. But If it says I'm 20, I look 20, and I'm with a bunch of my other friends who are 20 or above, it seems like a pretty reasonable thing to assume it's legit. What type of moron fakes an ID that says they're 20?

Nevertheless, I understand that the bouncer lady was just doing her job. Good for her. But she did not need to be bitchy about it. I am sorrrrry. I did not just spend half an hour in the T for your attitude, honey. And if your ugly ass is gonna tell me to go home, you better say it with a smile and some convincing sweetness to your voice.

Conclusion: I hate The Modern/Embassy, and I hope the bouncers there all gain 50 pounds and have a nasty, permanent reaction to the cheap silicone injections that you KNOW they need in their lips.