Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Bitch Ass Bartender




Man, got damn I wish I had a picture of dude face. But this shot my homeboy Eric found on Facebook is just going to have to do.

Anyways, I went to Halo Lounge last night for an event a publicist friend was having. I wanted to go out and support since she invited me and shows me love whenever she can. I'm not gonna lie, I don't frequent Halo Lounge, shit, I don't frequent the midtown area its in period. Not my cup of tea.

I was heavily debating on going in the first place because it was Monday and then on top of that the NCAA Championship game was on. But I went to try and show some support. I'm not going to get into some of the weirdos I saw there because shit, being a weirdo in Atlanta seems to be the new shit. I'll skip straight to this punk ass bartender.

So, they was giving out drink tickets at the door. I must not have correctly heard what the girl passing them out said. Because when I went to the bar to ask for a Long Island, the bitch ass bartender quipped "Not with that ticket BUDDY!"

At this point, I'm just like, okaaaaaaaaay?

Hold up, I'm skipping a part. Before we even got that, dude ignored me like 3 times. I know this muthafucka saw me dawg. He did that shit three times and served folks that came after me.

But, back to the drink part. So, I ask him, "so what can I get with the ticket?"

He says either Patron or some shit that started with an F. I politely asked him what the F-stuff is. I mean, I was curious. I was new to the lounge and never heard of the drink, honest, simple question. Right?

So this bitch ass nigga huffs and puffs and says "its Italian."

I ask, "Italian what?"

He huffs and puffs again and walks off like a little hoe.

Now, at this point, my dumb ass is still sitting there entertaining the notion of actually paying for what I wanted. But then I came to my senses and decided I wasn't giving him or this lounge SHIT out of my pocket BUT this damn drink ticket.

So when dude comes back, I tell him let me try the F-stuff. He asks "how do you want it?"

Keep in mind this Magnum P.I. lookin mah fugga never told me what the shit was or had in it. So I just said "make it strong."

This bitch ass nigga rolled his eyes as if I was getting on his nerves. He brings the drink and come to find out it was a shot of some brown, peppermint tasting liquor. He slams it on the bar and says "thats as strong as it gets."

At this point I was {this} close from throwing this shit at dude. Not on dude, AT dude. But then I thought about it causing a scene and embarrassing the person who invited me. Then I thought about the last time I saw someone attack a bartender:

It was back in 2003 at a DJ Nabs Welcome Back Party at the old 1150. An unnamed rapper got into with with the bartender. He wound up throwing some napkins towards the bartender and the bartender took the water/soda/juice spray hose and spayed him down on some Jim Crow (*hint*) shit. The rapper jumped over the bar like Jackie Chan and started wailing on the bartender. He got some great licks in but the rest of the staff came over, jumped on dude and threw him back over the bar counter. Then security picked him up and threw him out the club.

I didn't want that to happen to me, so I chilled.

Anyways, I drank the drink and left. This mutha fucka had the audacity to ask for tip. Nigga please!

I told him "hell nah, fuck you dawg" and walked off. I posted up by the stairs for like 30 seconds, dapped a familiar face down and just left. I told the person who invited me thanks and dipped. I didn't want to talk her ear off and complain about some shit she had nothing to do with.

But yeah, fuck that fonky ass bartender in the picture. I'm not sure if I can just say fuck Halo because that was my first time there and he seemed to be the only problem. But, I don't plan on setting foot back in there again unless its someone there that I REALLY want to support. But other than that, to hell with them.

Being in there was the worst 15 minutes I had all day. Sitting in rush hour traffic and waiting on Merkenson's fish was better than being in that bunk ass club. I would have been pissed off had I missed the game fucking around with them.

4 comments:

FireBrand said...

I know the guy you are talking about but he never gave me any problems. He was very nice to me. Damn. I'm sorry to hear that. Halo is a cool lounge spot. Midtown has the best lounges right now. But it's an enviornment where u just wanna kinda chill. Not really a fun-fun kinda space. I heard all you could get for free was Patron that night. I wonder why he acted that way.

Nadine G. said...

LOL. That's unfortunate. I'd been to Halo before also, it's a chill little lounge. Seems strange that he'd be in there with all that crazy shit. Was that dude the only bartender that night?

J. Burnett said...

I'm not going to get into some of the weirdos I saw there because shit, being a weirdo in Atlanta seems to be the new shit.

^^^

ain't that the motherfucking truth.

sir said...

I went there tru the staff was just to important! LOL! So I tacked out the club with some fine CALI! Act like it never happened did the George Jefferson past security to some were that really matter! Still can't see a good reason to return outside of "I want to give that bartender Hell"! Say lets all go order hella drinks from him leave them on the bar don't drink don't pay and just say we don't like your attitude!