The time we stole shit at Blanca

Sometimes, clubs in Orange County try soooo hard to be LA. Sometimes, it's up to me and my friends to remind them that they are in Orange County, are not that cool, and they are bound to be fucked with if they don't act right.

Welcome to Blanca in Newport. Never heard of it? Well it's gone now, cause they were trying to serve booze to minors and they got shut down. While in business, however, we decided to have a few nights there where we continuously fucked with the staff. We usually started out at The Elks Lodge only a few doors down where Bootz is a member, and where we drank $5 pitchers and $3 well drinks till we were hammered enough to walk down the docks to Blanca and raise a little hell.

So this night, we got all liquored up for pennies at the Elks and went to Blanca. The staff was being particularly douchey this night, so Cosmic Dave made the first move and decided to sneak into the bar and steal a bottle of booze. We took the bottle out to a table outside and took ourselves a seat, passed the bottle around and rolled a joint. Turned out that one of the girls who came to our table to hang out was the promoter for the night, who was none too pleased with our stealing of the bottle and drinking for free, but we convinced her to drink with us instead of ratting us out. She obliged.

Then there was the bouncer who put up a chain blocking people from using the biggest and most convenient entry way from the outside to the inside bar. I was displeased with his quest for power, as the doorway he was blocking was typically the main entry exit. I got yelled at for holding up the chain and letting people pass through. After a second or third time getting caught passing through it myself, I got fed up and decided it was time to prove a point.

We got one of the girls to distract the bouncer while I disconnected the chain on both sides, stuffed it in my jacket, then walked away past another bouncer. I exited the club, stashed the chain in the bushes and tried to sneak back into the club. I ran into the bouncer who had already yelled at me for sneaking in and out under the chain. I thought he was gonna bust me for stealing the chain, but instead he just told me to go around to the front and wait in line again...somehow he hadn't noticed yet that his beloved chain was missing.

We closed out the night by smoking the joint up on the balcony.

It's fun to do bad things,
-S. Walling