So I slept for a few hours, then had a nice lunch. Went and picked up the mail (Still on dog hold until I know Llorona's gone on May 4th), then back to sleep for a bit.
And on to the Monday show!
Last night Brett had asked the bar to have the first hour (8:00 - 9:00) as a "Brett show", where his friends would put up a bunch of songs for him. It was OK with them, so it was therefore OK with me...
I got there, late again, at 7:45 - no Brett. I had everything ready to go by 8:15 - no Brett. So we started doing suicide, and a little later Brett walked in, then some of his friends walked in, and I got a stack of Brett songs at about 8:45. About an hour's worth. So amidst a certain amount of grumbling (hollyk went home), I started feeding rapid-fire Elvis tunes to Brett, who was wearing the gayest Elvis costume I have ever seen in my life.
James told me to cut him off around 9:15, because people were grumbling (No, really? Ya didn't think this would happen when you agreed to this?), but that seemed a little cold - he had his friends, he had his costume. Eddie suggested I mix him in, which seemed like a great compromise, so I started doing 2 suicide, 1 Brett for about an hour.
And it ended up being a very pleasant night. The rotation went up to about 15 at one point, and was still 8 when I closed at 1:20. Among other things, cekyr0 got extremely wasted, which of course isn't quite a good thing - but Alex is the single most entertaining drunk I know.