At T.R.I.P. this friday, they brought in an ``oxygen bar.'' This is a set-up where they sell you a pair of plastic straws to stick up your nose, and then blow slightly-oxygen-enhanced bottled air at you for a couple of minutes. After trying it, Sarah said, ``you could get the same effect by sniffing the box that a Barbie Doll came in.'' But to ``enhance'' the ``effect,'' they also had bubbling colored tubes and blinking LEDs for you to look at!
I'm telling you, selling oxygen is the stupidest thing I've heard of since bottled water. But hey, we got a cut, so who am I to say that fools should not be separated from their money...
There sure were a lot of smelly people at that party. Our coat-check staff would like to remind you that they have to spend the whole night in a very small box with your crap, so it would be considerate to check in your never-washed wool sweater before you have soaked it to the point of dripping with your secretions. Bathe, people. BATHE! No, patchoulli is not an adequate substitute for soap.
And how insane do you have to be to take your shoes off in a nightclub? I feel tainted just thinking about it.
And for those of you who do keep your shoes on: be advised that handing people money or coat-check tickets that are soaking wet because they have just spent six hours marinating in your sock is also considered bad form...
As long as I'm asking questions that will never be answered to anyone's satisfaction: why -- WHY -- does someone keep stealing the pump-tops to the soap dispensers in the upstairs bathrooms? Of what possible use could those to be to anyone? They're built into the sink -- they don't work anywhere else. But of course, they're expensive and ordering replacements takes time. Unfortunately, with the kind we have, it's not possible to lock them in place without also making them no longer dispense soap.
Saturday night we had our longest single event so far: OM opened at 9pm and didn't close until 9am, and it was really busy pretty much the whole time; we had to stop letting people in for a while because it was so crowded. (In my announcement email, I mentioned that ``Farina goes on at 5am,'' and my mom thought that I meant we would be serving the breakfast cereal of the same name...)
Someone pointed out that we should have gotten FIRST CALL templates to go in the LAST CALL lights, to announce the re-opening of the bar at 6am. But Barry said that, as it happens, that's something that announces itself. Starting at around 5, people would start asking the bartenders if they were serving again yet. Up until around 5:40, when the answer was ``no,'' they'd get a water and leave, but as it got closer, they decided they'd just stand at the bar and wait. So by 6am, there was this wall of people converging on the bar, trying to all order at once. Ka-ching!
The first hundred people that night got in free, which led to our stupidest customer quote of the evening: ``it's pretty unscrupulous of you to let people in for free, and then charge $6 for drinks!''
The last hour or so of the sunday morning webcast archive got lost; there was a bug in my scripts that trim the silence off the beginning and end of the archives. The script runs at 7am, because we're usually closed by then. It was supposed to notice the case where we weren't actually closed yet, but... it didn't. So everything from about 7:30 onward got clipped. Oops, hopefully it'll work next time.