St Pattys

Let's talk about St. Pattys day. I know that I am way behind on my blogging but I think it must be discussed considering it was one of the longest days of my life. I came into work around 8:30 I believe after getting maybe an hour of sleep from the previous night. I could not find parking anywhere which shocked me cause it was so early. While pulling into the city I saw numerous people already drunk off Jameson and green beer spilling out onto lawns and into bars. My first thought was F my life what am I doing?

I arrived to a line waiting outside our door already and had to sneak through the back to set up. We all braced ourselves for the onslaught that was about to be unleashed upon our homebase. People came storming in asking for Car Bombs and Jamison shots and everything Irish they could come up with. Normally this would not alarm me however these people obviously never drink this hard and don't understand the effects that slamming bomb after bomb and shot after shot will have. We had to turn people away in the am because they were peeing themselves (true story) or they were too drunk to stumble in. After our package deal was up things started to let up a bit. Apparently all those suburbanites who swarm the city for special holidays don't expect to pay full price in bars? I am not sure what the thinking is considering I am not an idiot but hey we can't all be blessed with good looks and brains.

As the day progressed the groups were switched. The people who went hard in the morning went home to sleep. At one point I had to feed my meter and walked by a large outdoor party that looked like a sea of green clumped in an area too small to hold more than 20 people, not my idea of awesome but that's just me. I ran back to start my second shift at the back bar and as I was sneaking back through the back I saw a girl trying to climb through the window into the bar because we had reached capacity and couldnt let more in. Our lovely bouncers were on top of it and pulled her drunk ass out of the window, she needed to go home! As I proceeded into my shift things never stopped.

It was crazy how busy it stayed all day. I had a group of men who got rounds of shots and beers and it tipped me really well and it was much appreciated. Then there was a guy who tried to steal his friend's credit card to pay for his beers. No way buddy not gonna happen, stop being a goober and pay for your own booze or don't go out!! Towards the end of the night a man appeared in the back and he was blacked out and unable to articulate a word much less an order so I basically just ignored him. He kept pointing at me and saying "yup" and I just laughed. I had some regulars back there who were entirely confused by him and I just said it's typical St Pats day! So this drunkard continues to try to mumble out words and starts throwing money down on the bar. I had not served him at all so I wasn't sure what he was doing but he kept walking away so I mean I wasn't just going to let the money sit there so what's a girl to do, oops put it into the tip jar!! I heard later that he was doing the same thing at the front bar, just throwing money down and walking away so I didn't feel too bad.

I have told you stories about my wonderful customers but let's not forget my fellow employees. Now most all of us were on doubles and had had it with the drunks spilling, farting, and not tipping. We were all being troopers but I think our Dragon Master decided she needed to have some fun. I saw her around 6pm and then again about 45 minutes later she came back and was completely blacked out. She tried speaking with me but I think her and my friend who left the money were the only 2 people who would understand each other. She was dancing and having a good time. Unfortunately being there was not in her best interest at the moment so we sent her home to get some rest. I later checked my phone and saw that she had left hers at the bar and so I went to her place and dropped it off. I used my keys and went in to the tv room and quietly dropped the phone on the table. I am pretty sure I could have banged pots and pans and no one would have responded!

I completely forget an incident that happened in the morning. So I am utterly afraid of leprechauns and some guy was dressed as a leprechaun. He came to me first (it's my luck) and I calmly poured his beer and stepped as far away as I could. I mean he was a straight ginger leprechaun, short with the beard and full costume. So I continued to serve the other end of the bar and noticed him creepily staring at me from down the way. My heart started to pound and my anxiety heightened. It was like he wanted to take his magic wand out and slice my head off or turn into a small leprechaun and attack me when I least expect it. He kept staring me down and smiling at me all evil like and then I noticed my fellow bartender Glitter (that story to come soon) laughing and staring. Apparently he noticed and remembered my fear and made the leprechaun be creepy and freak me out. He later told me that he was even creeped out after awhile because the guys didn't let it up.

Basically this holiday was a success in all aspects, I saw many interesting characters that will not reemerge until next St Pats, I made money, and I got to work with a good crew. I just hope that leprechauns and cheap people stay away for a bit. Dragon Master made her way to work in the morning the next day which was pretty impressive by all standards. That's for all of you who are keeping up with her antics!!

Hopefully I will be able to be more timely with my blogs from here on out. Working on my book is keeping me busy. Geesh