enthusiastic crowd. One notable group was a Michigan Wymyn's birthday
party. They later request a fun song to "rock out and dance" to.
When they dragged their butz off the seats, we were treated to visions
of Golden Grrls that may well need to be taken off Lifetime support.
Another surprise guest was SugarTooth from the Partridge Family of
Funk. I hammed it up during my warm up hoping to get my big break.
My phone has been *not* ringing all morning. I shared some trance
podcasts with the beefy bouncer. There were a lot of first timers in
the crowd. I cannot remember the last time I have had so many
incomplete sign up sheets.
The evening came to a notorious close when two people insisted they
had tabs, But no tabs were found. I was DD for the lead bartender.
After he went in the office to deal with the money, I waited an
unreasonable amount of time. Finally I went to the door and knocked.
There was no answer. Concerned, I tried to open the door. There was
an obstacle. I pushed harder and found him sprawled in the chair with
his foot at the door. Money was al over the floor. I said his name
ad he didn't move. I grabbed his knee and he woke up. We cleaned up
the money, I drove him home and ignored his constant stream of wrong
directions. Called a Taxi, hit the late night Slyder Station and made
it home. Just another long night at le Splat.
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