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In anticipation of having to deal with tomorrow's post- St. "Wannabe who thinks being "Irish" is being a drunken fuckhead" Day Parade crowds after leaving the bar only 6 hours beforehand ...

FUCK MILLIONS OF YEARS! SOMETIMES EVOLUTION NEEDS A SWIFT KICK IN THE ASS!

The bar is closing at 4am SHARP tonight. I'm bringing the supersoaker. I'm not dealing with stragglers tonight. The bar opens at noon tomorrow for the convenience of the drunken assholes.

I'm seriously considering wearing my orange "FUCK YOU, you're Irish" shirt tomorrow.

Double pawed hamster attack

This gave me a happy.

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On a club related note ...

Those of you who have been at the Cont around closing may have noticed that the ghosts have been more and more active lately. Last night they were in full swing.

After Mike and I did our walkthrough to make sure no one was left behind (accidentally or intentionally) we were chatting for a few when we started hearing doors being banged open and metalwork being pound upon. Now understand that everyone in the club was either at the front door or upstairs in the office.

Mike handed me his flashlight and I seriously considered grabbing the happy stick as well, just in case. Found no one. But, in the main room, the door to the basement (which was previously locked) was wide open. So I ventured down to the basement to do a PS.

In the years I've worked there, I'd been lucky enough to never see a visual. My lucky streak was broken last night as I steadied the light on the motion I caught out of the corner of my eye in the corner of the basement that always gives everyone the 'pricklies'.

I watched a floating skeletal visage slowly turn and stare at me.

I know how the eyes can trick you. I know it most likely was the flashlight beam bouncing off something that only resembled a floating skeletal thin head staring back at me. I also know I took the basement stairs three at a time!

Gods, I love working in a building that dates back to the 1800s and has been everything from a furrier to a speakeasy to a gay disco and now in the present form.