soooooo tiiiiiired

[fox]

bad:  register was £53.25 short at closing time tonight.

good:  but i think this was because someone (not me!) ran X instead of Z when closing last night, so tonight's bottom line included last night's instead of starting from zero.

good:  tips.

good:  someone noticed my perfume on the way in to dinner.  ("something smells really lovely.  is that you?  yeah, i think it is."  bpal tombstone, girls.  yay.)

good:  homeboy J appears to be over any freakout he may have experienced following the are-you-hitting-on-me incident.

good:  complete stranger (who, alas, ordered his bourbon on the rocks, causing -- i shit you not -- three people to yell at me when they saw me pouring it) complimented my shoes tonight.  ("rockin' the sambas.  not too many people, these days."  "yeah, well, i'm old school.")

good:  boys making out in my bar!

mildly alarming:  my next thought after "aww!", upon seeing the boys making out in my bar, was, "oh, good, maybe he'll run for LGB rep."

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[corvidae9.livejournal.com]

good: boys making out in my bar!

WIN!

Looks like overall the Good kicked the bad's arse. w00t! <3

[cannons-at-dawn.livejournal.com]

ordered his bourbon on the rocks

*shudder* what's wrong with people?

my next thought after "aww!", upon seeing the boys making out in my bar, was, "oh, good, maybe he'll run for LGB rep."

Hah! What you have to watch is when you attempt to chat someone up with the line 'I don't suppose you'd be interested in blahblahblah sub-committee at all...?'

xx

[darthfox.livejournal.com]

the complete bourbon-on-the-rocks experience was this:

him: [places an order.]
me: [starts to fill it.]
him: blah blah blah sambas.
me: blah blah blah old school.
him: oh, you have an impressive list of scotch whiskeys, i didn't even see that.
me: yes we do. [pint glass in my hand] i think all i've got left for you is a pint of export and a glass of water; do you want to replace one of them with a scotch instead?
him: yeah, why don't you -- i'll take the glass of water, and no export, i'll think about this whiskey thing.
me: [gives him a glass of water]
him: [gets waffly about ordering a whiskey] blah blah blah with ice.
me: ... if you must.
him: i must. not glenfiddich; and not glenlivet; but something else. a nice one.
me: ... well, what do you like, scotch-wise?
him: something bourbon-y.
me: ... we have bourbon. would you like one of those?
him: oh! yeah, hmm ...
me: we have booker's, which is a really nice bourbon. smells almost like cognac.
him: sure. one of those, then.
me: [fetches a glass, fetches the bottle of bourbon, puts ice in the glass]
the bar manager and two more of my friends, at the end of the bar: FOX!!?!!?!?!?!
me: the customer is always right! [to customer, handing him the drink] my friend the bar manager, who's from north carolina, has yelled at me for putting ice in your bourbon. that'll be £5.90.
him: yeah. [a moment later, not at all defensively] actually my brother-in-law is from kentucky, and right in bourbon country, and i used to -- i spent a summer with him, just trying lots of different bourbons. so i like bourbon, i guess.
me: yeah, but not with ice in it, right?
him: no, there was.
me: huh. well, live and learn, i guess. who's next?


i mean, crappy bourbon, okay. but at £2.80 a shot in the st cross bar -- so you know how much you'd pay in a real pub, right -- you're going to put ice in there?

i can get behind the people who put one ice cube in a single malt (or a good bourbon), though i don't happen to do this myself. but On The Rocks is not for the good stuff. argh.

[axiom_of_stripe]

who, alas, ordered his bourbon on the rocks, causing -- i shit you not -- three people to yell at me when they saw me pouring it

this is why i like girly drinks -- no one cares when you waste good fruit juice. :)

mildly alarming: my next thought after "aww!", upon seeing the boys making out in my bar, was, "oh, good, maybe he'll run for LGB rep."

i find this wildly amusing. yes. hee!