last night was another good bar night. i'm seriously gonna miss all of em.
i stole a rabbitt's "iowa is big cock country" t-shirt, and a drink pourer. i wore day bartender wade's real skunk hat. there was a birthday group out, and sharon's son who hasn't been back in 12 years came to visit from n. carolina. he drank so much his mom returned 2 pitchers to us, and i gave em away, one to the danish photographers here for the college exhibit. i made them eat a turkey gizzard and they complimented me on my bartending skills, even asking if it was my place. fools! but made me feel good. there was a mysterious flood by the disgusting men's washroom, right when we were busy. kentucky tom came in, and the man who gave me an "all stars" charm last night, and bob and heather and craig and barry and tom and chris and lisa. i took pictures. val's back hurts bad. and beach and obnoxious drunk soccer boys came in last minute, didn't feel the need to immediately leave when i told them to, and told me i was "perpetuating the stereotype" (of rabbitt's as whitetrash, i assume) by having wwf on the t.v. i told them it wasn't on that channel for the wwf, but for the nascar race before it, assholes. no adam, like he said, but that was o.k., because i was tired by 2.