Last night was a shit show.
It was the busiest night we have ever had at my bar. We were at capacity by 9 and had a line out the door and down the street the entire night.
I was at the front door selling wristbands the entire night. The bar I work at is in an area of town called the "Old City." It is basically just an intersection right off the main downtown area. There are 9 bars in and around this intersection. Every year on St. Patty's day we do a pub crawl. You buy an $8 wristband and it gets you in to all 9 bars. I have been the designated wristband seller for the past 3 years. I sell the wristbands and I put on the wristbands. I had no idea before this how fucking sensitive guys are about their arm hair. If a guy gets his arm hair pulled even the tiniest bit he basically turns into a sniveling little sissy bitch. It's pretty sad.
The night went by fairly smoothly for how busy it was.( By 'smoothly' I mean that I only got called a bitch once and no one puked in an inappropriate place) That was, of course, until the end when we called last call and stopped letting people in. A small mob of people formed outside our front door and refused to leave. I ended up having to run down the street and grab a cop to come help. Fucking white people acting like ass hats.
How was your St. Patrick's Day?