Just got off work at the music venue. It was an all-ages show so they have to be done at 10.
The crowd didn’t do anything (hardly even danced) it was slow as hell for us. I walked around the club looking for something to do, making sure bartenders and whoever else didn’t need anything.
The person who was Head of Security for the night came up and said, “Eva, there are two huge piles of puke at the door.”
I said, “Sweet, I’m on it.”
And you know those big ole yellow mop buckets you see when the store is closing?
He said, “you’re going to need two buckets.”
Other than that, work was pretty boring tonight. Fine by me.
Eva Moe 