Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sometimes The Bar Eats You
So its been a week now since Jonas and I opened our new bar, Eightballs (jonas' name not mine) the first few nights were slow, just old people and tramps, which I dont mind, except when they use the pool out back.
By friday it was packed I couldnt believe it, the money, money, money was on my mind, we were rich I tells you, the calf paid outs, but getting a drink was a nightmare even for a co-owner. The back bar by the pool had seven barpeople, all of them very good looking but completley incompetent. I found out later that Jonas, had just found them on the dancefloor, so I fired them.
I wasnt huge on the crowd, it was half ravey kids and Harlem Globetrotter and the rest trashy, not my scene at all, but Jonas was loving it, dancing around being mr social. The music was quite good; Country and Electro, they even played that song from Nathan Barley. After failing to get a drink I stumbled outside and saw Andy, he had the same feelings as me so we went and had Pizza.