Every third Thursday, some Downtown Orlando establishments participate in the Third Thursday Art Walk. One of the spots is NV Art Bar.
After leaving the Gallery on Avalon Island, I stopped by NV. I had my DSLR camera with me. (For those who don’t know, DSLRs are the cameras where one can remove the lens and replace it with another one.)
A dude carded me at the door. I thought nothing of it. Then, as I entered, a bartender said hello to me. She was a dark-haired woman. Maybe, she was aged late twenties or early thirties. I’m bad at guessing people’s age.
80’s soul music was playing.
Because the bartender said hello, I felt obligated to buy a drink. Sometimes at NV, I would just look at the art and then leave. Other times, I would buy a beer.
“What’s the cheapest you got?” I asked.
“PBR for three bucks,” the bartender said.
Thinking I had a twenty, I pulled out three bucks. I could have sworn I had more money. Now, I felt guilty about not tipping the woman.
“Sorry, this all I got,” I said.
“That’s okay,” she answered.
I reached back into my pocket. Then, I found my twenty.
“Hold on,” I said.
I handed her the twenty.
She walked away. Then, she came back.
“Just pay with the three bucks anyway,” she said.
I paid with the three bucks. Still, I didn’t think anything of it.
I walked upstairs and exchanged a few words with the DJ.
Now, I’m wondering where’s Tre Harris, the art curator.
I ran into a friend of mine.
“They let him go,” the friend said. “They thought they didn’t need an art curator.”
After chatting with my friend some more, I left.
I visited other spots on the Art Walk. Then, after spending my twenty at another spot, I walked back to NV. I tipped the bartender a dollar.
The next day, it hit me. Who the fuck cards someone to enter an art event? It wasn’t as if this was an erotic art show. Also, what was the deal with the twenty? Either, they didn’t have change. Or they thought my money was counterfeit. If change was the problem, how can you be open for business and don’t have change for a twenty? Another thing, as someone who worked retail, I know the simplest ways one can spot counterfeit money. One involves holding the money in the light and knowing what to look for.
I had never experienced this before at NV. Because they featured photos of graffiti art created by the infamous Banksy, NV ranked as one of my favorite spots.
They said they didn’t need Tre? If someone actually said that, the statement simply wasn’t true. Understand, I may not have been told the real truth on why Tre was let go. Still, when people entered NV for the art, Tre made people feel welcomed. What did I receive in Tre’s absence? Some guy carding me at the door. Even though some folks guess my age ten years younger, I do know I look over twenty-one.
That’s why some spots need to be very careful about carding people. Even if no harm was intended, some folks may still get the impression you’re singling them out. Especially if they obviously look older than twenty-one.
Another thing, I never heard of thugs or homeless people walking around with DSLR cameras.
Whether harm was intended or not, I’m not going back to NV.