I ran into the asshole that crashed my birthday party again this weekend. It happened to be the craziest underground illegal private party i've ever been to. Smack down in old town, open bar, 2 amazing Djs in a tiny space and it was still pumping at 6am when I left for home. I had the greatest pleasure in shaming him for kicking a young girl out of an Uber at 2am because she would not sleep with him. He gave some weak ass excuse about feeling misled by her. I gave him shit for it and he kept apologizing to me the rest of the night. I think maybe he expected to never run into our crew again. Hopefully it taught him a lesson and he'll be less of a douche? I didn't know confronting someone could be so satisfying, and now i'm glad to put this whole ordeal behind me :)