bartenderbaby

I actually had a fantastic new year. I worked, but everyone wore their fancy pants and party hats, we toasted champagne at midnight and generally just rocked out. A good time was had by all to be sure. Then I woke up.

January 2. This is the crappiest day of the year by far. It’s like coming back from vacation and you’re all jet lagged and shit. Inevitably, this is the day that you’re abnormally busy at work, or everybody wants you to do something for them. A big reality slap in the face.

I work a full day today, 15 hours all together. There’s supposed to be a band tonight so by the end of it I’m sure I’ll be ready for a cocktail. OK I probably won’t wait until the end but that’s neither here nor there. It’s also my boss’s birthday. He cracks me up though because while I was complaining earlier he says “Yeah January 2nd is like partying all night until you can hear the birds chirping and start to see the sun rise, and then realizing that you  have to be at work in like an hour.” HA!

So, I’m going in to work in a few hours. We’ve been practicing flaming shots, and I’ve only caught one guy’s thumb on fire so far. (that was pretty much his own fault though.) I’ll let you know how it goes.