So last night I met up with some friends at the bar for my big 21 (I know, I just could NOT wait!)....
Despite the bar being packed and noisy and difficult to hear anyone or anything, we had a great time.
Then last call came at 10 to 2:00. The lights turned back on...and a group of frat boys (ok I don't know that for sure, I usually just call large groups of college boys frat boys) seemed to be pissy that it was closing time soon, and they were directly behind my friends and me.
CRASH! SMASH! Broken glass!
I turn around and several bottles of beer got thrown on the floor, followed by hooting and hollering "WOOOOOOO!"
Idiot kids. I feel for bartenders, I really do.
Despite the bar being packed and noisy and difficult to hear anyone or anything, we had a great time.
Then last call came at 10 to 2:00. The lights turned back on...and a group of frat boys (ok I don't know that for sure, I usually just call large groups of college boys frat boys) seemed to be pissy that it was closing time soon, and they were directly behind my friends and me.
CRASH! SMASH! Broken glass!
I turn around and several bottles of beer got thrown on the floor, followed by hooting and hollering "WOOOOOOO!"
Idiot kids. I feel for bartenders, I really do.
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