Monday, April 05, 2004

We walk up to a bar in NYC where we're set to meet some friends. We were instructed to tell the bouncer that we were "with the Scott party in the back room."


Bouncer: "IDs?"

Us: "Here you go. We're with the party in the back room."

Bouncer: "Which party?"

Us: (with uncertainty in our voices) "Scott...?"

Bouncer: "Saht?"

Us: "Yeah, Scott."

Bouncer: "Okay, lemme check with this guy." (He walks over to the other guy monitoring the door.) "They're here for the Saht party."

Other guy: "Saht? Or Scott?"

Bouncer: "Yeah, that one."

Other guy: "Is it the one in the back room?"

Bouncer: (looks at us)

Us: "Yeah."

Bouncer: "Yeah."

Other guy: "Okay, c'mon over." He gives us wristbands. "The Saht party is all in the back room. These wristbands are good until midnight." (We enter the bar.)

Turns out that we were with the Saht party, but they weren't in the back room, and that those wristbands gave us an open bar, and that they were supposed to cost $35. Otherwise, there was a $10 cover chage. Yet, somehow, even withough really knowing what we were doing at all, we managed to get into a bar for free, then drink for free for the rest of the night. Yay for working the system, even without trying.

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