So my night just ended early.
I live on the most dangerous street in Mammoth; not because it's steep, but because they never fucking sand or salt the god dam road.
2 beers over 2 hours. Walk 1/4 of a mile to meet friends. Fall forward on an awkward piece of ice onto my elbow that I fucking broke 6 weeks ago. Also scraped my leg and was bleeding through my duel arrangement of thermals and long underwear.
Explained to the doorman that I lived in town, just walked there and had fallen on a recently broken elbow and that my leg was bleeding and I wanted to go inside. I was completely calm.
He fucking told me to leave. FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF INCONSIDERATE SHIT. Not every girl upset walking into a bar is crying over an ex. Cleaning it quick in the bathroom and a cup of ice and I would have been entirely satisfied.
Instead I had a place I've been visiting almost every weekend for at least 5 years turned me away.
All the more reason to move.