At this point, I feel the bartender is being a total douchebag. I go with David past the bar area and walk to the dance floor area looking for someone less dickish that I can talk to. To my utter surprise, the bartender has followed me and he's carrying a bottle of pepper spray and is threatening to use it on me. I really don't want to get pepper sprayed so David and I quickly leave.
I realize that you're only getting my side of the story here, but I just want to highlight two things that can be confirmed by the other patrons and David:
- The bartender chased after me with a bottle of pepper spray in his hand and threatened to use it on me.
- I never made any threats, or even hinted at violence or getting physical. I made it clear to the bartender that violence was the last thing I wanted.
On a lighter note, I find it funny that I seem to be prone to bad luck whenever I go out on my birthday.