By now the girl who was actually working had bought me and Paul each a beer because we were having such a good time. She was the one who told us that shit like this happens all the time here. Just then, the bouncer comes back in after letting himself cool off for a bit, and another regular had taken his shirt off and was waving it around his head to the beat the music. The Bouncer was not in the mood for this shit, “OUT KYLE! GET OUT OF HERE! YOU’RE DONE TONIGHT! (Paul and I are clinking beers by this point, giving each other high fives, and claiming this to be the best bar ever). Then, as Kyle was walking out the door, still shirtless, we saw the original drunkie standing outside, looking into the bar through the window, and crying. True story.