We're an official goth club now ...

[razorjak]

Friday night, before the Psychedelic Furs went on stage downstairs, a bat flew in through the back door upstairs at the Cont. It circled around the dancefloor and bar for quite awhile, evading all attempts to catch it. Eventually it managed to land somewhere unseen and stayed there the rest of the night.

Saturday evening, when I came to work, Helmet (the doofus barback who somehow manages to not get fired after all the fuckups he's pulled in the time he's worked there) came screaming like a lil girl down the stairs shrieking about a sea monster coming up out of the toilet. At first I thought maybe he was screaming about King Rat (a rat that I've seen around the club who looks about the same size as the thing from OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN) so I took the ax handle up and checked it out.

Turns out the bat from friday night was stuck in the toilet, it's little waterlogged wings flapping as it tried in vain to crawl out of the porceline. Poor little thing must have tried to get a drink during the day while we were closed and fell in. I don't know hown long he was stuck in their.

I scooped him out with a piece of cardboard - trying hard not to damage his wings - and put him in an empty beer case and took him out onto the roof to recuperate. He was still alive but traumatized. Went and checked on him every so often over the course of the night.

I hope he's okay. I really didn't know what else I could do for the cute lil bugger. I had driven my motorcycle to work and didn't have the saddlebags on. So I left him up on the roof in the beer case tipped on it's side so he has a place to hang from and rest up.

Comments

[chisaiboo.livejournal.com]

awww, that's the sweetest story I ever heard. the bat's family will be very happy to have the lil guy back! I hope he is ok too! :)

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Yeah ... the girls from Apocalypse Theater were having a good time watching me go from growly bouncer guy to "I'll be right back ... going to go check on Franklin(1)."

I keep forgetting just how small little brown bats are when not in flight. Their wings always make them look so much bigger.

(1) I gave him the temporary name of Franklin since the club is on Franklin street.

[ogremarco.livejournal.com]

I want an update on bat status.

Also "screaming like a lil girl down the stairs shrieking about a sea monster coming up out of the toilet." is the funniest thing I've read in weeks.

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Actually par for the course for Helmet. About the only thing that boy can do well is sing and have good stage presence(1). Other than that he's like the bastard offspring of Rainman and Forest Gump.

(1)- We were all ripping on his band before he managed to get a gig at the club and then could not believe that was helmet (aka 'toid 'tard or simply fuckhead) on stage wailing and thrashing about. Boy has some lungs.

And I'll be checking on Franklin the bat tonight when I go in for the Figgs show. I'll give you guys an update.

[ogremarco.livejournal.com]

Franklin?
Why Franklin?

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

The club is on Franklin street. If Franklin turns out to be female I'd simply name her Connie Franklin ( the club's name is the Continental )

[ogremarco.livejournal.com]

Brilliant.

[2ndaryairplane.livejournal.com]

wow. very cool =]

[the-tatyana.livejournal.com]

you softy!
*HUG*

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

... Guilty as charged ...

I'm a softy and I'm too nice for my own good. I just have good "game face" when I'm working.

[the-tatyana.livejournal.com]

G is the same way - he is sooo different at work.

awww!!!

[baronesskimchi.livejournal.com]

That was so sweet of you to do. I love to see someone who seems so tough be so tender. This story made my day. You even gave him a name! You're an awesome guy Jak.

Re: awww!!!

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Shush you ... I'm mean bitter and cynical. :-P

[missanthropy.livejournal.com]

Futher proof that Jak is just a big ol' teddy bear.

AWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Shush the lot of you ... How many times must I tell you that I am a mean nasty baby-eating ogre?