GRAAAAAAVEDIGGER!

Good ole fashioned ass whoopin happend at work last night. We've had Monster Truck Rallies at the StinkerDome before, but holy ankle biters. I arrived at 6 p.m. and my bar was chock full of the little ones. I'm totally kid-friendly, but when your kid is climbing and dancing on the pool tables, on the floor screaming, or screwing around with very expensive PA systems, it's time to show a little discipline people!

Post Rally was even worse. It's one thing for the little ones acting up, but when you get "adults" in acting that way... Bunch of suburban "hey, let's go downtown and see the rednecks act dumb" dorks in their Ambercrombie and Fitch clothing and leather coats that cost more than I make in a week screaming "Graaaaavedigger!" at top volume is NOT COOL. Best group of guys came in, all in cowboy shirts and straw cowboy hats. They had come down from North Dakota, and were perfect gentlemen.

On another work related note, one of the servers and I were discussing what is was about guys who follow compliments with "motherfucker" or "son-of-a-bitch". As in "That Tim guy is a talented motherfucker" or "Brian is one smart son-of-a-bitch". We decided that it's their way of "not being gay" about it. Weird.

Back to my 4th night in a row in an hour or so. Wish me luck.