From the crowd and rotation point of view, it was a reasonably typical Monday - most rotations were 6 people long, and I did 14 of them between 8:00pm and 1:55am. Interestingly, it made almost twice the money of Sunday...
So the Sunday/Monday total take was only about 10% down from normal this week.
It was interesting showing up and finding Wayne (Trankenstein's mild-mannered alter ego) helping Paula clean and stock the bar.
hollyk was there for most of the evening, which is... rare. She was, of course, meeting a date. I didn't actually go and meet him - probably should have. And I'm under gag order as far as comments about his appearance go. So she happened to be there for a sort-of Trankie appearance, though she didn't recognize him. It hadn't occurred to me before that without the miniskirt and makeup of doom, he looks like someone she might consider dating.
The even more rare appearance was that of lady_morgana71, who came by to give timenchanter a fairly... graphic... all-day sucker. Not that her mind's ever in the gutter or anything.
trivialt made a short appearance, as did synkitty, later. Poor Synthia had to deal with one of her songs being interrupted - twice - by sounds from my browser. I was trying to get a copy of "Let Me Borrow That Top", and had a couple of soundtrack mishaps. It somehow seemed appropriate that she was singing Insensitive...
spawrhawk showed up in the latter part of the night, apparently upset because boys suck. Or don't. I'm not sure. At closing, dwo took him off to Denny's to sober up.
In general, I did OK for song selections last night. I even got new songs for David, sjgrrrl, and supersniffles's envelopes. But then...
A simple fact, here. I've got a couple of minutes, max, to pick a song for any one individual. So I focus on simply whether they're likely to know it, and a little bit on whether they can sing it, especially since there are frequently surprises in what people can and cannot sing.
So I really, really, really don't care if it precisely fits your present mood, is exactly in your range, is too fast, is too slow, is something you hate, is something you love too much, was something that you didn't enjoy when you tried to sing it in July of 2005, was playing during a bad breakup when you were 15, was originally done by a band you consider assholes, or came on an album whose cover you consider particularly tasteless. I'm trying to stretch your normal range. That's what suicide is all about. If you don't want to do that, pick your own songs. Sheesh.
I'm now at the point in this sickness where the major problem is the congestion turning to concrete, especially on the vocal chords. Any sore throat I've got is purely the result of having to go for wracking coughs just to keep the air passages clear. This made last night rather interesting. I'm sure I was quite entertaining, especially since I needed to cough like hell every time I got up to sing - which was rather frequently. This too shall pass, and fairly shortly. The disease itself is long gone - it's just a matter of convincing my body of that fact.
Otherwise, not a lot to say. I took forever to shut down, even though I'm leaving most of the equipment there so we can potentially use it for a band that'll be in on Wednesday. I had some nachos at Denny's, then went home for hot tea, and to fall asleep in my chair. I'm going to try the bed now, but I'm not holding out huge amounts of hope.