BUT . . . BUT if I had been a young sexy girl instead, then that fucktarded motherfucker would have let me in with nary the blink of an eye.
Oh for fuck sake! You are such an uptight, antisocial, no fun, depressing pain in the ass it's no wonder the doorman didn't let you back in.....stamp or not!
I never have these problems. The last time I was at a bar there was an upstairs and downstairs, separate cover charges for each. I talked and joked and flirted with the girl taking the money, bullshitted with the doorman and security guys, discussed the evenings entertainment and listened to advice from a few people and decided to pay for the downstairs act, a bluesy rock band from Manitoba. Got my hand stamp and went in.
Once inside I made friends with the bartender, told her my name and got hers, ordered my drink, flirted and bantered some more, gave her a tip and found a place to sit. It was near the back so I had opportunity to speak with the person running the lights and sound, learned about the band, heard about a special guest who was having a birthday and watched the band get ready. There was a single good looking girl sitting at the table in front of me and 2 cougars at the table next to me, the rest of the bar was a mix of couples and groups. I talked to a few people, but not the girls as I got the sense they were after something in particular. I was having fun.
I am a smoker so I made several trips in and out that night. My first time outside I met a few people that seemed down on their luck. Dirty bums most would call them, but they seemed nice so I shared some smokes and gave them a few bucks. I talked with them too and was friendly, smoked a joint at my truck which worried me a little but they were more likely to watch it for me than steal anything. Unfortunately they were just too needy, I mean every time I came out for a smoke they were hitting me up for more money or whatever. I got them some pizza and tried my best to be kind but firm. Sadly, by the end of the night I decided to walk the long way around the block to my truck to avoid saying goodbye.
Anyway, the doormen and security never once asked to see my stamp. They knew who I was and simple eye contact was all that was needed. In fact the front door girl let me go upstairs to check out the heavy rock band and didn't charge me anything. The bartender always had a drink ready for me and I didn't have to worry about losing my seat. The band downstairs was really good, a female singer with a smoky, sexy voice and they played mostly original music that was impressive to me, I enjoyed them quite a bit. The birthday boy was the brother of the drummer so it was a great party. They sang a rendition of "This old man, he played two" that was hilarious, erotic and just good fun. I had a great night, I always have fun.
Fun is what you make it Spermie, try not to be such a party pooper.