At least last night, I ended up with a fair chunk in tips, as opposed to the nothing on Sunday. Not enough to make up the difference (it was a pretty huge difference, after all), but a nice amount, nonetheless.
We still did 12 rotations, but we had 13 individual singers over the length of the night, with obviously a little bit more turnover. Kathy and David J graced us for four rotations before it got too busy for them, kizmet100 and foxypinkninja came in for a couple of hours, tychobrahe and chargerboy spent a little bit more time than that, as did trivialt.
And then Kellen, Hex, stuberyl, and eventually supersniffles took over for the rest of the night, as the rest decided to do some sort of "go home and get rest" BS.
Good people, all of whom I like, and a good time, apart from the friggin' laryngitis. I sang every rotation, because I'm crazy like that, and I didn't have any disasters like Sunday's Babylon, but, well, let's just say 88 Lines About 44 Women was pretty damn squeaky.
timenchanter kept me supplied with a reasonably constant stream of hot cider, which helped considerably.
The really irritating thing is that I don't feel sick. As far as I can tell, it's just one of those stages in the slow reduction in phlegm production where the stuff forms into quick set concrete. And, of course, coughing to remove it just adds irritation on top of everything else.
Anyway, it's likely a good thing that I'm not doing New Jersey's tonight - it gives me a day to heal. Though I really was counting on that income - hopefully things are better at the Cat, tomorrow...
The window people keep working along. What completely woke me up today was the sound of the flashing being removed from the window above my head. And our mailbox has been neatly placed on our doorstep. They're apparently at lunch right now, but it might be a good idea to get showered and dressed before things get too weird.
I need to go out and grab a bit of cash for my side of the rent, anyway...