When people tell me that they LOVE Theory of a Deadman, I invariably snap back 'Oh really? How do you know which song you like best, because they all sound the same'.
I had to clean up puke AGAIN this week at work, because apparently some servers don't understand the concept of not over-serving patrons. I hate vomit, I mean who's all that fond of it anyways, but the few times I've had to clean it up, I've ended up puking myself, so I was pretty proud of myself for being able to scoop a quarter of a sinkful's worth of vomit.
If that didn't make work horrible enough, I found out that the Theory of a Deadman show that was supposed to happen at another campus venue, has been switched to my bar - BOO! I don't really know if I hate Theory of a Deadman more than Nickelback, but after soundcheck, serving them food, cleaning up the green room, and invariable waiting for all their groupies to leave I'm sure I'll find out. The thing about guys in bands like that is that they tend to attract the most hideously rude groupies/girlfriends. For the record, I really don't care whose dick you're sucking, if you're breaking bottles or smoking weed in the green room (after being asked to stop) and you're not in the band, you're going to be kicked out!
Some of the sisters decided to have a Disney-themed movie night, which pretty much made me want to throw up/actively boycott it the second I heard about it, but apparently everyone else thought that it was a lame idea and we just ended up watching The Bourne Identity, meh. I guess I shouldn't really say we since I decided to order in Chinese and by the time the movie started, I had fallen asleep. But when I came to, I realised that I was the fifth wheel in couplefest 2006 and retired to my room.
Friday, February 17, 2006
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