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... to start off my blurb about last night.
To the guy in glasses who was being designated driver for his three drunken asshole friends. I'm sorry you had to leave the concert last night. It wasn't your fault that you were the sober one of your moronic friends who thought having a good time and partying involves throwing each other into equipment, spitting beer at people & trying to knock over speakers. I gave them more chances than I would give anyone normally. The last straw was your friend in the spiked jacket refusing to let go of the mooring ropes for the speakers. So accept my apology to you ... you had the thankless job of being zookeeper to a trio of drunken crotchmonkeys. If I were you I'd beat the cost of your ticket out of all three of them.
Other than that ... Last night's concert went over fairly well. Except for the trio of fucktards who K and I had to escort out, the main speakers cutting in and out occassionally and Frank not taking our advice and getting plastic cups to serve the beer out of for the show ( I think it took the barbacks 45 minutes to clean all the broken glass up after the show. ).
Dokken was, amazingly enough, a lot better than I expected. Usually the "We used to be stars" bands are a pain in the ass to deal with. They were pleasant. Heh, and I actually don't remember them being as good back in their heyday as they were last night. Don was working the crowd hard and they responded.
All in all ... not a bad night.
Added bonus, K asked if I would take over his night as well. That means another paid night a week. At this point - I can't complain about any income coming in.
To the guy in glasses who was being designated driver for his three drunken asshole friends. I'm sorry you had to leave the concert last night. It wasn't your fault that you were the sober one of your moronic friends who thought having a good time and partying involves throwing each other into equipment, spitting beer at people & trying to knock over speakers. I gave them more chances than I would give anyone normally. The last straw was your friend in the spiked jacket refusing to let go of the mooring ropes for the speakers. So accept my apology to you ... you had the thankless job of being zookeeper to a trio of drunken crotchmonkeys. If I were you I'd beat the cost of your ticket out of all three of them.
Other than that ... Last night's concert went over fairly well. Except for the trio of fucktards who K and I had to escort out, the main speakers cutting in and out occassionally and Frank not taking our advice and getting plastic cups to serve the beer out of for the show ( I think it took the barbacks 45 minutes to clean all the broken glass up after the show. ).
Dokken was, amazingly enough, a lot better than I expected. Usually the "We used to be stars" bands are a pain in the ass to deal with. They were pleasant. Heh, and I actually don't remember them being as good back in their heyday as they were last night. Don was working the crowd hard and they responded.
All in all ... not a bad night.
Added bonus, K asked if I would take over his night as well. That means another paid night a week. At this point - I can't complain about any income coming in.
