/jen/? I was kicked out of a place once.
Lessee...once I was kicked out of the neighborhood pub for views against racism. I was told to get my blank-lovin' expletive behind out of there. I didn't let the door hit me in my blank-lovin' expletive behind either.
And then there was the time, the band played the Holiday Inn, New Year's Eve in the French Quarter. They played to a sugarbowl football crowd. Seems there was some misunderstanding. The management thought they were booking a country music band. Heh. They were wrong. And actually, I personally wasn't kicked out. But..after the lead guitar player was arrested, and the majority of the road crew was ousted from the facilities, I had to kick off my heels and move equipment. AGAIN. The management graciously allowed the crew to work with me but only through the service elevator. (a comical scene from that night--picture serenity, hands on hips, watching HER lead guitar player being taken away in handcuffs, hands on hips, demanding, "WHAT'S THE CHARGES?" And the manager, who spoke little English, patted me on the head, and said, "No charge for nice young lady like you." Oh well. At least I got to drink free.)
OH...and then there was the time I accidently set the bar on fire.
Yanno those flaming jellybean drinks? Well I blew it out alright. Right out of the shot glass and into the napkin dispenser. woosh.
I told the bartender that the shot was defective.
And then there was the time I went to my regular stop after work, downtown, only to find the place had been rented out for a bachelor party. OH. Wait. I wasn't kicked out of there. grin. I became the entertainment.
So many stories...so little time.