Why I'm Not a Bartender

Hahahhaa.

Okay, so last night we had this big party at our house for Night Zero. There were christmas lights everywhere for ambiance, an epically confusing scavenger hunt for the guests to figure out (which I still don't know the conclusion of, but we'll get to that later) and a bar in the kitchen with drinks for a dollar. And so, so much hummus. Mmmm.

Eia and I were running the bar. There was a giant tub of hooch (lemondade, seven-up, and vodka) and these "mystery shots" that were actually just homemade Kahlua. Everyone got 1 free mystery shot (because a clue for their scavenger hunt was written on the inside of their shot glass) but after that they had to answer to us if they wanted to drink more. So that was fun. Oh! Just now, as I am sitting here, I remembered I have a bunch of singles in my back pocket that people were giving Eia and I as tips. Being a bartender is awesome! Especially if we don't actually have to make the drinks... I can pour pre-made hooch into cups like a boss.

Anyway, before the party started, Eia and I were put on goody-bag making duty. The party was for the release of Volume 2 of the Night Zero comic, so everyone who preordered got their comic in a fancy bag with a length of rope, glowsticks, a pocketknife, bandaids, and alcohol pads. You know... a zombie survival kit. I injured myself four different times cutting that stupid rope.

Then after Eia and I were put on bar duty and successfully smuggled an entire tray of party dip, a mini tub of hummus, and two bowls of triscuits and tortilla chips behind the bar with us, people started spilling into the party. Some people were costumed, like the guy who looked like his eyes were gauged out, my friend Jana who was carrying around a pick-axe, and my friend Forest who'd created an entire set of body armor out of carabeners. I was a little disappointed I didn't think to dress up; I asked Eia at one point if I could rip her sweater to make it look like she'd been attacked by a zombie. She said no. xD

Okay, so the reason this blog entry started out with me cracking up, is because I realized that last night, around 11:30 or so, I started feeling a little woozy (bartenders got easy access to the hooch) and also, I only got 5 hours of sleep the night before due to a late night wii game session with some friends, so I remember saying to Eia, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

I went upstairs, and since this was a giant party, the bathroom was naturally occupied. So I remember thinking, okay, I'll just go into my bedroom and lie down for a second.

...an hour later I remember Justin coming in and asking me why I was asleep with my light on, took my computer and piles of stuff off my bed, took my jacket off me, and tucked me in. I could still hear the party going full swing downstairs. He said, "I'll tell Eia you love her or something. She's mad at you."

Hahhaha. Oops. I guess I wasn't meant to be a bartender after all. Sleeping through my shift is probably frowned upon outside the zombie apocalypse world.

Anyway, what I DID experience of the party was a blast. Even if I missed finding out what the scavenger hunt was all about, or even knowing if anyone solved it. It was hard. I also wish I could have socialized a little more, but whatever. There will be more post-apocalyptic parties to attend.

Maybe I should start getting more sleep so I don't accidentally go to bed early at more parties. xD

Chipotle burritos: 6