I don't remember writing this.

I would consider changing the general format and verbage of this blog, as I have [sic] successfully moved away from bartending and have at the ripe young age of twenty-four become a full-time restaurant manager; but, I'm a bad server in the regard that I don't check up on a table of campers, so Something Else remains as it is. Tonight sucked. I don't want this to be a webpage where I complain about my life or anything (wink), but I really outdid myself this evening. That much said, I'm home now, and safe, rethinking my decision to quit smoking (Surgeon General, eat your heart out) and second-guessing my initial thoughts about Ketel One vodka.

Also, listening to Queen. Let's share this anecdote!

Months and months ago, when I was but a wee restaurant manager, we hosted a Cast & Crew party for a group coming in after a one-off musical performance. They stood around in my back room, at least fifty people, every one of them a singer and/or dancer and/or involved to the extent that a fun time should be had by all. So, naturally, I put a buck in the jukebox hoping that within minutes I would have fifty or sixty well-trained voices in the dynamically emotional throes of "Bohemian Rhapsody" at its second, melodramatic-but-who-cares verse.

I was wrong.

My efforts were reconciled on Saint Patrick's Day, however, something about a bar-full of drunken psuedo-Irish idiots doesn't entirely fit the bill I was originally looking to settle. All the same, I was able to enjoy the choir while I stood downstairs, outside, out of sharp earshot, with two other employees who helped me cut down the friggin' Jameson banners that had been up all day.

Life is not good. Verano had a $700 bicycle stolen from here today, within a stone's throw of the restaurant. The kicker is that she would probably still have it if she had taken it home last night..

But, life is not all bad, either. I'll post an example when I have one, because right now I don't. Take care,

k.