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You know who you are. Messy queens are not specific to any gender. Look after your friends and most importantly, yourself. Know your limits. Handle your use, and always test your stash. Look, I get it. Accidents happen. Stomachs turn on a dime in America. But there are so many trash cans stationed around the bar, partly for this purpose.

You have my word, none of us will shame you much less kick you out for barfing in bar trash can. In fact, your presence of mind will likely earn you a free water bottle and a pat on the back. These days even a margarita makes bartenders roll their eyes. Prevent that kind of embarrassment at the rail before it happens. Read the room.

Do you see anyone with a fancy cocktail? Most gay bars valencia out at Manhattans and Long Islands. No pina coladas, and no fucking mojitos. Having a good shift? I think it was the nineties when bachelorette parties at gay bars became a thing. They feel very Sex And The City— dated, annoying, and gay never need a sequel.

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A bachelorette party is D-Day for gay bars. However prepared, few can get through one without extra hands. Still the carnage is sobering. Wherever you look an atrocity unfolds. A barback searching for cocktail glasses gets his ass grabbed by half the party, his face shot up with kisses. Cause of Death: sexual harassment in the line of duty.

In another corner, bridesmaids chase Jello shots with mezcal, their stomachs turning into timebombs. Except for certain reasonsmost gay bars welcome women.