"You need to finish your drinks, leave and don't come back"

Never in my life have I ever been kicked out of a place. So when we were kicked out of a bar that looked like it could stand to keep a few customers I was in shock. Let me take you back to the beginning of the evening...I was laying on my couch watching kate and leopold, drinking a skinny girl margarita and having a pity party for myself since my aunt had just left and I was feeling a bit homesick when my best friend texts me to see if I want to go out. Now I was conflicted- I wanted to go out but I really didn't feel like moving, let alone pulling myself together but after her persistence I agreed. The sappy romantic comedy ended (which if you haven't seen kate and leopold just watch it) and Superbad came on. That was all the motivation I needed to pour a cafe patron, curl my hair and find something sequined to wear. We started the night having to pay a cover to get into a bar- ok honestly who carries cash these days? I obviously had $20 because my dad always yells at me for not having cash so we got in and then the process of trying to get a drink started. The bartender literally ignored us and served everyone else at the bar. When Lindsey asked for a beer he said she had to go downstairs to get it and then moved on to ask me what I wanted without asking her if she wanted something else, I'm sure he'll be happy with the tip we left him, it reflected his service. I have another tip for him- don't be a bartender if you don't want to be nice to people. We get bored with this bar and then try to go to one down the street but unfortunately they had a ridiculous cover and lets face it me paying covers is insane because I have no attention span whatsoever and would probably only be in this establishment for 25 minutes max. So we go to this charming (sarcasm) bar that I can't remember the name of at this moment but for anyone who lives in portland it reminded me of a cross between cafe 66 and the winchester. No scratch that, the winchester crowd is classier than the people in this bar were. We order our drinks, try to not pick up a disease from the bathroom and then get bored as this place is not really hopping. Well they had a rooftop bar that wasn't open that evening but one of the drunk guys we were with made his way up there so we all followed because it was more exciting than downstairs. Obviously my catholic guilt kicks in at this time, as I was the child who never did anything wrong so Lindsey and I leave the guys and head downstairs. On our way down we run into someone who works there who yells something at us but I'm already sitting at the bar ordering another drink. Then the guys all come down and the guy who worked there is yelling "you all need to finish your drinks and go and never come back here". Oh I'm sorry- you're honestly kicking us out? We weren't acting like drunk fools and maybe if you don't want people upstairs you should have someone working in front and keep the door shut and locked so it can't be accessed. And another thing, we made up half of the people in this bar on a saturday night, I really wouldn't be kicking paying customers out especially when there was no one else there, its not like we were getting in fights or causing trouble, get over it. I give it another month and this place will be closed. And that was how I got kicked out of a bar for the first time in my life. I guess there's a first time for everything...