As the ball dropped, I was holding a rack filled with dripping Movie Tavern cups, as two of my coworkers kissed a few feet away. Sure, I'd never rang in New Year's with two gay guys before, but I was on the clock and there was work to be done.
And so was this New Year's Eve.
It was an epic night at Movie Tavern, but not in the "oh my god, someone shit in one of the chairs!" way but rather in a way we will tell our grandchildren until they put us in a home.
See, Movie Tavern has 11 theaters (one was converted and is now the kitchen that is sucking away my soul). About four or five of them seat 150 and the rest seat seventy someodd. We sold them all out, minus some tickets for lack of space. Keep in mind we expected...well, no one. After all, there are parties and getting drunk to do!
Let me repeat this for emphasis: EVERY THEATER SOLD OUT.
We didn't seat the usual late set, and Adam and I (plus Eric) rolled out of the kitchen twenty minutes after the ball dropped.
Nancy and I left and welcomed the New Year around two o clock in Waffle House. The beautiful thing about Waffle House (side note: my typing is reminding me how poor I can be with my hands) is that no matter what, if you go there after dark you will see someone you feel superior to. Perhaps it will be your server. Perhaps the couple sitting at the table behind you. Perhaps the gentlemen with a tranny. Perhaps the drunks in the parking lot who pretend you hit them. (All real life Waffle House stories!)
It was an exhausting New Year, and yet I spent it with some of my favorite people.
Happy New Year to you all.
Also, a plug for Gill and her blog, Nothing But Song. She's put together some great pop songs for her end of the year list.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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