So this past weekend I met up with my friends at this bar on the North Side of Chicago, I would say they will remain annonymous in this piece, but the truth is, due to their stupidity I drank so much that I haven't the faintest idea what they are called. Red...Pub...Bar....? I have no clue.

Let me explain what happened. I arrive at this bar with a friend who is celebrating someones birthday (woohoo). They have a drink special where you pay $30 and it's open bar for the rest of the night. A pretty good deal by Chicago standards. I go up to the bar, wallet in hand to pay for my ticket to unlimited tequila heaven. The conversation with the bartender goes like this:

Jonesey: Hey, what's the special tonight? $30 all you can drink or something?
Bartender: Yeah, what do you want?
Jonesey: I'll take a tequila sunrise, can I put this on debit?
Bartender: I can't do it, you have to have my manager charge it.
Jonesey: Ok. Where is he?
Bartender: I don't know.
Jonesey: umm....okay.
Bartender: Just like ask one of the cocktail waitresses or something...

Apparently she wasn't interested in me giving her money at that point. I looked down at everyone who had "paid" and the only thing seperating them and me was a tiny X marked on their hand. Ironically enough, I had a pen with me. Suprisingly enough it was less of a pain in the ass to just mark an X on my hand, then to try and track down this manager. Free drinks due to stupidity rule!