I had barely sipped my straight vodka last night before someone in our party got us 86'd. My date, his mgr, and I were sitting at our table at some unassuming rock bar in Santa Monica while his mgr's date slumps back to the table, arms crossed and says, "Hey Gia, go to the bar and ask for a glass of water. Tap water. And see if they serve you." I say if her big ta-tas can't get her tap water, then I'll be just as useless" aka "Dumb ho, I'm not your fucking lacky." She heads back over there with mgr guy in tow. There is an esculating ruckus and two bouncers order them to leave STAT. Evidently, 14 Below is tres fancy and only serves bottled water. Unfair and pretentious! Though I can even get tap water at Nobu, the chick and mgr guy probably could've handled it better.