People are always complimenting us on our bathrooms, and how clean we keep them, but I don't think anyone could understand the kind of challenges we face in that department. For example: last week, Casey was in the women's room re-stocking it with towels and toilet paper. There was no line, but all of the stalls were occupied. So she finished what she was doing, turned around, and what did she see just inside the bathroom door, but a woman squatting down and peeing right on the floor!

And the same night, they caught some guy peeing in a trashcan on the balcony, right out in the open.

Not quite as bad, but far more inexplicable, is that someone walked off with all of the olives. You know that tray of garnishes that the bartenders use while making drinks, the one that most people seem to regard as the complimentary salad bar? Someone took the whole tub of olives.

Bad customer! No martini for you!

We got some lights that we use to shine LAST CALL on the edge of the balcony on either side of the dance floor, and man, that was one of the best investments we've made to date: those lights paid for themselves in ten minutes! And also made the bartenders' jobs more pleasant, since they reduced the number of arguments they have with customers about what time it is.

I know I've said this before, but I really can't emphasize it enough: don't argue with the bartender. They don't care what time your watch says. The bar is closed when they say it's closed. If the bartender tells you ``no more alcohol'' there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that you can say that will win that argument, so don't even bother having it. You just look like a jerk!

And in neighboring club news:

The sale of Paradise Lounge has finally gone through, and it's been closed for a few weeks. They've begun gutting it: the stage is gone already. Apparently the new owners expect their remodel to only take a few months. Even after having read my saga here, I'm told...

The Transmission Theater, next door to Paradise (which, you will recall, had a brief stint as dot-bomb office space) has reopened; they're calling it ``Studio Z'' now. (Of course, we all know that it's full name will forever be ``Studio Z, you know, Transmission,'' just like the full name of VSF is still ``VSF, you know, The Oasis.'')

Now if only we could have 20 Tank and Wa-Ha-Ka back...