Hey guys, thanks for showing interest in my blog. Now this is my first blog I have ever done so please bear with me, I'm new at this and still trying to figure all this stuff out. I would also like to take some time and say that one of my favorite blogs on the net is non other than the famous Clublife blog done by Rob the Bouncer. After reading his blog for several months now, I decided to share my experiences working as a bouncer.
Ok now to introduce myself. My name is Captain (alias of course), I'm a current college student working part time as a bouncer in a pub and dance club. I've been working at this place for about a year and 5 months now and I have to say, I have seen it all. Sure we might not be a club in LA or Detroit or New York City, instead were located someplace worse; Party Town, aka the biggest party school in the Big Ten. We get our fair share of drunks, scum, thugs, and wanna be celebrities in our establishment, so I want to say that my place can be a little more entertaining then some of the really high bars in the big cities. So through this blog I'm gonna share some of my crazy experiences that happen every single weekend. Also take note, for legal reasons I will never say actual names of the people in these stories, they will either go by a ridiculous false name or a nickname if they appear frequently in this blog.
Like everyones job, my job has its ups, downs, good nights, and bad nights. Last night was a rather good night. Several weeks ago, I was promoted to head bouncer of the club, which was awsome at first until buisness started getting a little weak. Thankfully that wasnt the case last night, we got a new dj and the club was packed. When the club is packed that means more fun for me and the rest of the bouncers. So I was policing last night when I noticed this big girl, and I mean BIG girl, was stumbling around drunk. So me and one of my other bouncers (nickname badass) decided that she had to go. So instead of walking up to her and just asking her politly to leave, we decided to make it easy and tell her boyfriend/date that she had to go, hopeing that he would get her out of there and save us the trouble of kicking out a crazy drunk girl. The guy obvoiusly was drunk and didnt understand us. So Badass and I went to go watch the girl on the dance floor hoping that her boy would grab her and get her out. Well shame on us cause that didnt happen. So this girl is leaning on the rail on the dance floor, doing the whole booty bounce thing (gross!) when she loses balance, falls and does a perfect faceplant. So at this point Badass and I finally go up to her and tell her that she's to drunk and has to go. She gets up all pissed off, starts stumbling off the dance floor when all of a sudden she slips on a spilled drink. She lands on her back and I tell you what, it looked like a damn tortise flipped onto the back of his shell. So being the responsible person I am I had to grab her but under her arms, inhale, and had to pull her up with all my might. Of course as soon as I got her back up she fell on her ass again, I'm suprised I didnt end up pulling a muscle trying to pick that girl up. Once she was up she had the nerve to run up and start bitching at my hostess, which is a huge no no in my bar. Well after I got behind the hostess and told this drunk ass off, she finally left the club. Moral of the story is, always keep the dance floor clean, because you never know when you have to lift up someone who weighs more than you.
Hope you enjoyed my first post, look forward to more as the weeks go by.
Captain
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