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| - I was in Arizona this past weekend, and my buddy was playing acoustic here. How convenient! He put me on the list, and when I showed up, the conversation with the door guy went something like this:
Me: "Hi, I'm on Mike Jarmuz's guest list." (handing him my ID)
Door Guy: (rudely) "Who the hell is Mike Jarmuz?"
Me: "Umm, he's playing tonight."
Door Guy: (rudely still) "Yeah, I don't know what band he's in."
Me: "Well he's his own act, it's just him."
Door Guy: (now even ruder) "He's not on my list."
Me: "Are you sure? Let me take a look... ok, he's Muzz."
Fair enough, so I didn't know he went by his nickname but come on, you don't gotta be a dick about it. Anyway, once inside we had a very good waitress. Drinks were cheap, and she recommended a great independent vodka as an alternative to the Ketel the girl I was with was going to order.
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