So my program had their open house this weekend for perspective graduate students to come in and see the university and get to talk to faculty and grad students to see if they want to come here for school. They take them to the "nicest" restaurant in town called Zola's. I got there at 6. 7:30 is when dinner starts, so I grab a beer and start talking to perspective students, professors, and other grad students. I look at my watch and realize it's 7:25 so I go to the bar to get a glass of wine to have with dinner. The bar tender says, "You've had 4 10% alcohol content beers in the past half hour, you need to slow down." I get very confused. I explain to him I'm drinking the the Curtain Abby Ale from Gamble Mill which I've had plenty of times before. It's a pretty good beer, slightly sweet for my liking, but it was one of two beers on tap and the other (HB 48 Session Ale from Gamble Mill) has an after taste of fruit loops. So back to me talking to the guy. I explain I've had 3 8% beers in the past hour and a half. He gets very angry with me and sends me away... Again, confused I start talking to some of my friends and of course they have the same "well that's BS." response that I do. So the one guy hands me his wine and goes to the bar, grabs a new glass of wine and then comes back over. He says, "See? That wasn't so hard, you just need to know which bar tender to go to." Just as he says that I look up and the guy that cut me off is staring directly at me, doesn't say a word, just grabs the wine out of my hand and the one out of my buddy's hand and walks away. Then I look at him and he's talking to the lady that's in charge of this whole visitation weekend. She comes over and asks why I'm drunk and trying to drink two glasses of wine at once? Uhhhh...wtf? I explain to her what actually happened, she laughs and says, "This is this guys first time managing a big party like this. He might be a little over zealous." Yeah...ya think?
I sit down to dinner, everyone at my table is ordering wine to have with their dinner, I follow suit and ask my server for a glass of wine. My server brings back wine to everyone at the table but me. Again, wtf? The lady in charge of the weekend is at my table, heard me order the wine, told the server it's okay, I'm not drunk, it was a misunderstanding. The server says her manager, "Told me explicitly not to serve him any alcohol." I just laughed and asked for an iced tea. These people are crazy at this place.