I left the house "early" at 6:00pm, and headed to Panera for some food. Turned out they'd just closed. So I tried Taxi's, which turned out to work - and they have WiFi!
OK, I only went there because I knew they had WiFi.
Anyway, got to the bar, realized the clock I use for a screensaver on my laptop would work OK, transferred it, and did my best to get ready for the night.
There was a guy at the bar when I arrived - Rick, I believe. Friendly enough, but sets off a whole series of alarms in my head. He was doing his best to ingratiate himself with Paula, and from the sounds of it is trying to convince her to have him as a bar manager.
And he did the best thing for that he possibly could. He spent huge amounts of money last night. I'm just afraid he's considering it an investment in huge amounts of skimming. Time will tell.
In any case, he's one of the reasons I did quite well last night.
Shortly after that, dwo arrived. By 8:30pm, it was largely just us in the bar, so I started anyway. Two two-person rounds later, kshandra showed up, and I had the trio of singers I was going to have for the rest of the night.
25 rotations before closing at 1:55am. David and I sang 25 times, while Kirsten did a mere 23. A couple of people put in a song here and there, but that was mostly it.
Actually, three. A girl calling herself Lolita did a damn fine job of Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap, then hung out with David for the rest of the night, complaining about what a bad singer she was. Jessica and Sarah sang something that I don't recall right now. One of them is Betsy's girlfriend, and the other was hot (and so, soooo drunk). And Betsy did another fine rendition of Ugly Girl.
That doesn't mean we weren't busy. Betsy convinced a bunch of friends to come in, so by around 9:15pm, the place was fairly lesbionic. And even, for that matter, relatively full. And Rick was buying rounds. They mostly seemed to be enjoying themselves, though the bar did get an email afterwards about the "crappy singers." I had wondered whether I really should be doing suicide or not, but hey, the three of us were having fun.
I more or less managed the midnight thing OK - it involved playing some music on WMP at a lowish volume, while sneaking a browser window with the clock on it onto the secondary monitor, then killing that and playing Auld Lang Syne. Most people were crowding around Betsy to grab a free round, anyway.
I made out like a bandit. My portion of the take last night was about the size of the bar's take on a really good Monday. I only made one tip, but it was a completely non-anonymous one from David, and involved a couple of zeros.
I got out of there around 2:30am, then joined Kirsten for supper at the Cardinal. Around 3:30am or so, we said our goodbyes, and I headed to the Hamptons.
The place looked dead from the outside - hell, there was only one car parked on the main street. Turned out it was merely drowsy. I had a fun couple of hours hanging out with cekyr0, jeffercine, chargerboy, intrusting, and Chase.
Then home, a little unwinding, and sleep.
I woke up this afternoon to a dead laptop. It looks like the hard drive has gone bad. I was about to buy a new one anyway, but I'll likely be trying to salvage what data I can later. In the meantime, I'm kinda naked.
Speaking of which, I've gotta get myself dressed, try to pay the rent, and then I have to see a girl about a movie...