Like, y'know, flying to Boston an' such.
It was like working in a pressure cooker. The place does have a nice little patio, and they leave the door open to it. Unfortunately, the downstairs, where they do karaoke, is a long, thin room - and the karaoke is set up on the other end of that room from that door. I spent the night bathed in sweat.
I wasn't the only one.
Given that, we had a surprising number of customers, though I gather income was down from a normal Friday. We merely both made noticeably more than we usually do at KoC (on tips of $1. I really need to get myself a decent tip jar), as opposed to a great deal more.
I was later than I planned, which meant I wasn't set up until 9:15pm or so. But then, we didn't have any songs until after 9:30pm, anyway. Surprisingly, we actually got up to a rotation of 15 for a bit, and in fact only did 7 rotations before closing at about 1:40am. And that last rotation was just the two of us.
Met the owner, Warren, who on the whole seems a nice enough guy, if you never cross him in the slightest.
I had everything packed up and out of there by around 2:30am, and a mild headache I attributed to heat stroke. Keri headed off, possibly home to her swimming pool, and I made my way to the Mini, which has liquids and air conditioning.
A lot of iced tea, some soup, and a sandwich later, I was feeling much better, then crawled home to collapse. That was like 4:30am. I woke up at something like 11:40am, because it was 96° in my room.
And now I need to get up for the day, get to my parents for a bit, then do tonight's private party.
I'm hoping against hope that the place tonight has air conditioning.
In other news, I just got another 5 discs in the mail. I'll hopefully have time to incorporate them before tomorrow's show.