|Published August 03, 2006.|
|On Sunday night I went to the palace to meet up with visiting relatives and got a little carried away with the dollar drinks. Leaving my relatives side I headed to the bar placing my purse on top of it. A bouncer approached me telling me I had to leave because I was too drunk. The bouncer vexed with his ounce of power replaced me from the bar. My purse on the bar in front of me he would not let me pick up, nor would he let me inform my relatives that I was on my way out. I even had a good Mexx jacket I was forced to leave behind. Now I was outside balling with no cell, purse, jacket, or wallet and only the company of two hot headed bouncers making fun of me. I would not leave without something. Eventually my relatives found me and pressed to get my purse back. Finally a bouncer returned my wallet and cell phone. Nothing else was returned, no money, no purse or any other of my goodies. I may have been drunk, but shouldn’t that mean I should be put in a cab with my belongings by the very establishment that fed me the liquor? Rather I was targeted by thirty year old underpaid for-lifer bouncers. Juiced up, poor, desperate and angry with habits causing their head to expand and their penis shrink. Could Halifax please get some well balanced descent men to call the shots when we are in their hands and under the influence?