A Normal Night?

If there is such a thing as a normal night, last night was it. A bunch of the happy hour regulars were in…everyone ate and drank…conversation was lively….one of our friends was there, he always orders appetizers and shares them with the singer and me. (Lucky us)


The chef wandered out to the bar to get something to drink. I called him over….”Hey, these people (the happy hour regulars) want to talk to you.” They were telling him how good the appetizers were (we just came out with a new menu) however, they requested that he make sure the rest of the kitchen staff knew how to prepare them the same way he did, so they would always come out the same. These people are here a lot, and spot a discrepancy a mile away.

The heat wave we’ve been having has broken for a few days, the weather was gorgeous, the patio was hopping.

And, just to insure it was a normal night, a party of 30 was over an hour late. (Perhaps someone needed to check what time zone we are in.)

It was great to have a normal night, but it doesn’t give me a lot to talk about. But that’s okay, I feel like I am in the home stretch now, tomorrow night will be the last of what turned out to be 18 days in a row, with only one day off. So I guess smooth sailing last night made for a relaxing shift. So I should enjoy it while I can, you never know what tonight may bring. Although there will be two of behind the bar, and I won’t have to close. YAY!

I’m sure someone, over the next two days will do something stupid and give me more to talk about. In fact, I’d bet on it.