Last night at work was not much better than Saturday. Slappy was off for the night and one of the new owners was in to help. Well, he started waiting on tables, which means my only decent night to make money went flying out the window. It is slow to begin with to boot. I'm thinking I'm going to get out early and go hang with Kerry & the girls until we run out of thermal paper for the printers. This means we can't print up checks, close tables or run reports. I can't find the damn paper for them any where and people are wanting to cash out. Luckily Manny called and I told him what was going on. Oh yeah, they expected me to close the joint and I've never done that either. Shit, I don't even have a key! So Manny calls Slappy and tells him to come down to close up and fix the thermal paper problem. This pisses of Slappy to no living end, he thought that Manny was going to be there managing the place. I didn't get out of there until almost 10 pm, the kitchen at C.C. was closed, so I had to eat what was left of Tara's nachos. Nikki and Anne were also hanging out. Poor Kerry has the flu bug that is going around. We sat out side on the patio and before we knew it, it was 12:30 am! Holy shit!
I guess there was a wedding going on some where in town and one of our regular's wives was attending it. She was not ready to leave, so he stumbled over to C.C. to see if they were open. He ended up chatting with us on the patio and drinking what was left in my flask (I was having beer). It was a lot of fun. Maybe we can stop by for Nachos on Thurs eve, do a little "bachlorette" run to the bar and have decent appitzers. Any way, have to get my ass in gear.