The Happiest Night of Not Dave's Life

Last weekend there was a personnel shuffle since Brandi wanted Saturday night off, so she worked the first bartender shift Friday instead of Dave so he could cover for her. Of course, our regulars, especially JP, gave her no end of crap about not being Dave. For instance, at one point he stepped into the back hall with his cell phone, called the bar, and asked for Dave - the effect was a bit ruined though, as he was speaking pretty loudly and laughing at the same time.

Then, when another regular came in...
JP: Dave's not here.
Ron: Oh.
JP: (loudly) So whatever you do, don't ask for Dave. 'Cause she's sensitive.
At which Brandi rolled her eyes.

Me: Hey, we out of popcorn tonight?
Brandi: Yeah, no oil to make it. (pause) This is the happiest night of my life.

A short time thereafter, she grabbed at her butt. Then again.
Brandi: Hey, can you see this hole in my pants?
Me: Nope, you're okay.
Brandi: Good.
After continued butt grabbing, questions about what was/was not showing, and a few laments that the hole was getting bigger, Brandi finally found some black duct tape and ducked into the bathroom for a few moments to do a patch job.

When she came out, the phone rang.
Brandi: The bar, this is Brandi.
JP, from the back hall: Is Dave there?

Now, with warmer weather, we're edging into toursit territory and I got my first batch of them Friday. A table of ten, a general mix of ages and such that made me figure a family outing. The eldest of the batch was a woman in her sixties who I goofed with.
Me: What kind of tequila would you like in your margarita?
Gal: Well, what do you like?
Me: The truth is, I hate tequila.
Guy: (laughs) Bad experience?
Me: Nah, I just don't can't stand the taste.
Gal: What would you recommend, then?
Me: Since you're doing a margarita, the house would be alright, but if you were doing a shot...
Gal: (laughs)
Me: Maybe later, huh?

I got them all their drinks and some menus, then started taking orders. Now, we have one sandwich that has "cocky" in its name, and not immediately with an "arrogant" connotation, if you get my meaning. So, when this gal ordered it, she giggled a bit.
Me: Are you blushing?
Gal: (without missing a beat) Not at my age, honey.

A fabulous table, all around and a lot of fun to have. I love it when people actually come in while they're in a good mood. It's amazing how rare that actually is. So many people come in blank faced, or frowning, that the wide, genuine smiles, are pretty uncommon. I hope that these folks continued to be in their fine mood the whole weekend and that they enjoyed what I assume was their vacation in my town.

Cheers to the happy tourists!