Whatever, there were no customers, and Paula, Julz, and one of Julz's friends were there.
Julz has been using the closet, and just had someone (Scott - I think her son?) set up her speakers - and he'd apparently locked the padlock on the thing.
We haven't had the key for something like 5 years.
Her friend broke the latch while I was seeing if I still had my bolt-cutters (I dunno. Couldn't find them in my trunk, which means very little).
Julz asked me - politely, granted - if I could move some stuff out of the closet. Given I was planning to anyway, I agreed. I don't want to leave that bar, but if I'm gonna be forced out, or if they insist on running it into the ground, I need to get my stuff to safety, anyway.
Since all that is a little inflammatory (much like being a little bit pregnant), the reason they're using the closet is that Dana is having a terrible time with her back, and it helps to have their stuff stored at the bar - and that closet is the best place for it.
I did get into a bit of an altercation with Julz - I want my square table for the slip boxes, and she wants to get all the "old" stuff out of the bar, whether practical or not. I even mentioned painting it white, or putting a white tablecloth over it, but noooo.
While I was talking with her, Timmie set up the square table for me...
In the process, she claimed she'd never heard a negative comment on the new furniture. I pointed out that I had heard quite a bit, and hadn't heard a single positive comment. The response was that "some people just don't deal with change well."
I wish she'd still been there 20 minutes later, when blankreloaded walked into the bar, and started screaming (literally) about how hideous the furniture was...
I got Paula the list of passwords for the site, which I assume will be passed on to one of Julz's relatives. I'm not sure I'm going to be looking at the site for a while...
I expect a floral motif.
I'm also supposed to get them the password for the Google listing about the place, which I'm not sure I still have. Obviously, the "gay Cheers" description is something they want to avoid. Twits.
I also took down her damn speakers, which were in my way. And ugly, anyway. I honestly needed to move the table that was set in front of my booth. Apparently, no-one considers that setting chairs on top of a cable run is a potentially bad idea...
If I'm feeling generous at the end of tonight, I may put them back up.
Anyway. The night itself was reasonably awesome - and fairly profitable. We still need a decent night tonight to make target, but it only needs to be decent.
And I got to hang out with Casey, and megnc86, and snafflekid, and kizmet100, and supersniffles. And probably someone else important that I'm not remembering right now.
A new guy - Sean - spent a good part of the night. Very eclectic tastes. Me likey.
He's apparently friends with Scott, who's been coming in - and showed up with friends around 1:00am (for all I know, the same Scott...). I still got them in for a couple of songs. In fact, I ended up giving them a ride home - they had trouble raising a taxi.
One of the Hispanic groups from last week showed back up, and sang a couple of songs. One guy and two girls - towards the end of the night, the girls were making out. Not a gay bar, indeed.
The guy asked me to sing a Chicago song, so I massacred Saturday in the Park.
Afterwards, Cindi treated myself, Timmie, and Kendall to more pot roast at her place. Yummy.
Then home, and sleep.
Most of Monday was spent doing the sleep thing, though I've also printed out the guts to three new sets of books. And I got to the Kaiser pharmacy in time to get my prescription refilled, and I have an optometry appointment for next week.
Little things, but at least some sort of progress.
And now I'm through with dinner, and need to get to the bar - to find whatever new wondrous thing Julz has in store today...