Happy St. Patricks Day!

Sorry I wasn't able to update the past few days. I've had a lot going on and a lot on my mind. But let's start back with St. Patrick's Day.

Roomie and I worked together that day. She was working the bar and I was on the floor. I managed to pick a pretty good section, but one girl needed to pay her boyfriend's parents 600 dollars that weekend and her section would not help her in that department. So I switched with her and ended up in the very back. I didn't think anything of it and just waited for the crowd to come in. Now, apparently last year the girls were supposed to wear schoolgirl costumes. This year, management decided against it. Thank God because walking around with a skirt that would barely cover my ass was not something I was looking forward to.

So la la la, work is dead and we're just hanging out and taking pictures of our very cute St. Patrick's Day uniforms and makeup. Then . . . . the crowd rushes in. And boy oh boy did it rush in.

I had four tables (a 2-top, 3-top, 5-top, and 4-top) and then I had a 14-top. I can usually handle tables like this, even though I am rushing around like a madwoman. I know I can handle these types of tables. But the kitchen was backed up and food was taking about an hour and fifteen minutes to get out to the tables. Woah what? Yup, over an hour for your food to get to your table from the time you order it. Suffice to say, my tables were not very happy, even when I tried to explain that I'm trying to my hardest to get the food out. It's not my fault and the kitchen can only do so much.

Roomie said the place was PACKED and every girl was running around trying their hardest. It definitely put UFC nights and Football Sundays to shame as far as their attendance is concerned. Luckily, my tables (except my 5-top) understood and still left amazing tips for me. I was so shocked because I did not expect to make what I did that morning. At the end of the shift, all the girls and I looked at each other and just laughed. That was all we could do.

At least I got to go out for drinks later that night!

So last night was the Duke/UNC game and I had to bartend with another bartender. Oh, this should be easy I said.

WRONG.

Ticket after ticket after ticket popped up on drinks me and the other bartender had to make for a solid 5 hours. How we did it, I have no idea. But we worked awesome as a team and someone even called back today to say how pleasant their experience was at the bar. This really made my day because I really try my hardest to be a good waitress or bartender to my customers. :)

Then the shift was drawing to a close. There were three guys at a nearby table, asking me and one other girl to kick everyone out because they wanted to be the last ones in the restaurant. This normally wouldn't bother me as I would assume they were just being dumb. This time I felt strange, like they were expecting more from the girls. They asked the weirdest questions and stayed well after close. Finally, most of us girls went to the back room to change and go home. However, there was one girl up front, still trying to flirt with them and being totally oblivious to the advances of these guys. She got a few eyebrow-raises from us and we told her she needed to be more careful (she's pretty naive).

Oh yes, I can't forget about one regular. He comes in all the time and tips insanely well. I'm talking 100 dollar tips on 50 dollar tabs. Hes so nice and cares genuinely about us, asking how we are and joking with us. Despite the fact the bar was backed up, the kitchen screwed his order up, and we didn't talk to him a whole bunch, he still left 96 on 105. He is just over the top nice.

Bar shift tomorrow night. I should get to bed since I have a lot of errands to run before work. Well, I'll finish my wine first :)