Everyone who has been in the bar business for more than one March 17, that’s who.  Especially if March 17th falls on a Friday.

Holy Jagerbomb, last night was hardcore.  I had planned on showing up at 7 PM to get things prepared, but thanks to staying at Bailey’s until 6 AM on Friday morning and thus getting no sleep before the day job, I went in at 6 PM instead, to keep from passing out.  And it turned out to be a good thing, as the parade of future cirrhotics of Alabama started about 6:30.  And from there, it’s mostly a blur…

On the bright side, my bed has never — seriously, never — felt so good, nor the shower that preceded it.  And the second one I just took after waking up after a nice twelve hour nap.  And the ridiculous amount of money I walked away with (I doubled as a back-up bartender and mostly barback last night, working where most needed, so I figured my payday would drop somewhat; consider me pleasantly surprised) didn’t hurt, either.

To the friends that dropped by that I didn’t have time to say hello to — Andrew and Julie, Liesl and Kevin, Laura, Sara, Steve, Franklin, etc.: sorry.  Two nights during the year that I’m probably not gonna be able to speak too much if you’re not working beside me are March 17th and December 31.  But hey, I dropped your tabs as much as I could afford to pick up the excess, so hopefully that made up for it a little?

Back to work.  Tonight’s gonna feel like a vacation – with money, to boot.  I love those kind…