So I'm banned from my favorite bar. Maybe not the worst thing in the world, right?

My buddy and I went out last night to a local dive bar. It's old, dirty, dark, and cheap. My kinda place.

We did about 6 shots and drank god knows how many beers (I would estimate 8-10 for me). We both blacked out and have no idea what the hell happened.

Fast forward to this afternoon, I walked down to the same place to grab a burger (their food is awful, but I fancy the weekend-daytime bartender and stop in there to hang out with her and do some flirting.) She informs me that my buddy and I were HUGE assholes last night, almost getting into a fight with a customer, and then the owner, and, well, being super sloppy in general.

They will no longer serve me or my buddy.

For those of you keeping score at home, my quit date is ~48 hours away. So actually this could be sort of a good thing, right?