Posts tagged Saturday Night

Ahh the weekend warriors. Slave to the grind Monday through Friday at five. Some of you may choose to hit up happy hour and ride the wave until you pass out. Others may head home, hit the gym, relax and roll out later in the eve.

In this land of politeness we extend this treatment not just to our fellow man, not just our bartenders, but also our doormen/ladies. That’s right. You may not think the person checking your ID and popping a wristband on you is a big deal, but think again. They make the decision of whether or not you’re getting in that door, so this is the FIRST person to be the recipient of your best behavior.

If there happens to be a line, get your ID ready the closer you get to the door. They’re standing in the same spot all night, listening to the same drunk fools say the same stupid lines over and over again. Don’t be that person. Secondly, if there’s a cover, have your cash flow ready. For venues that charge a cover for under 21, don’t bitch about it! Do you realize how lucky you are that the venue will let your behind in there in the first place? No, you didn’t did you? Well think about it.

DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT dance around while they are trying to put a wristband on you. Moving your appendages while someone is trying to simultaneously fit the wristband, remove the paper-backing and get it down for the right fit does not spell success. It spells, “I’m one step away from yelling at you”. No one cares how good the song is coming through the door. Most likely, you have no rhythm and should wait til your hidden well within the crowd before unleashing your “moves” on humanity.

GENTLEMAN, or shall I say MEN IN TRAINING, telling the door person not to catch your arm hair in the wristband is only an invitation for them to purposefully stick it to your arm hair. Think I’m joking? I was the door girl and I would have LOVED to STICK IT TO YOU. It’s not their fault your wrists are covered in enough hair to make sweaters for mice. Maybe you need a trim? This also is not a welcome request when you’re dancing in line. (See above.)

Lastly, telling the door person you don’t want it on a certain wrist is not a decision you’re allowed to make. Whining about it doesn’t qualify you as an adult and therefore you should not be able to bring your childish antics into the venue. Bars make the decision for whichever wrist and its up to you, the one who wants to patron the bar, to follow their wishes.

Want to make friends with any door person? Try bringing them a snack. They’re usually hungry from hanging outside listening to fools wax on about how drunk they are or why they’re not allowed in the bar with the drink in their hand.

Everybody loves a snack. Just a thought.

Enjoy the weekend kids and use good manners!