Warm and Cozy

Wednesday was a warm one in the bar. Since it's winter, we've got the AC disconnected, but it wasn't quite cold enough for the building to cool off fast enough to keep pace with the body heat being generated within it. After about 7:30, the thermostat read either 75 or 76 degrees all night. Of course this was also the night I figured it'd be slow and I'd be chilly, so I wore my logoed sweater instead of my regular T-shirt. Fun times, lemme tell ya.

Wednesday was also the night for groups. More specifically, groups who wanted to fit into the smallest amount of space possible. We've got an octogon shaped table that sits by the ATM. It can comfortably fit six people, and cozily fit eight. By the time the whole group was there, thirteen people had smushed themselves in around this table, effectively making it too crowded for me to reach the table, thus making my job of drink delivery much more difficult than it needs to be. All this despite the fact that we have a much larger table, which can comfortably sit at least nine, literally right beside the one they chose. I mean, seriously, what the hell?

Then another group did exactly the same thing at another similarly sized table. One of the guys from this group also stole one of my prized ugly pens, too. The bastard.

Around nine thirty two early-twenties guys who've been at the bar for a while head over to the jukebox. This always causes apprehension in me because the music guys in their twenties tend to pick while at the bar is garbage most of the time. The biggest disadvantage of the nifty new jukebox is the access to things like death metal. So, you can imagine my surprise when the first song these guys pick out starts to play, and it's Toby Keith's Get My Drink On. Turns out, those two are also fans of Joe Nichols and Dierks Bentley, to name a few. It was fantastic.

About ten thirty, trivia ends and a handful of trivia people wander up and plunk down at the bar. Since I'm tired and bored, so do I. Thanks to my proximity, I got to hear a woman talking with her friend/boyfriend(?) about the joys of menopause. Turns out, she needs to get her hormones adjusted, 'cause of hotflashes and such. The reason I mention this is because, while talking about this, she made the following comment, "I just keep sweating all the time. I even feel hot right now." Now, maybe it was the menopause, or maybe it was the fact that it was 76 degrees in the bar. Who knows?