Yikes, I think I spent like 30% of the cash taken in by the bar.
t tries to feign surprise. Fails.
Tell, tell!
Okay, then. So our university residence people liked to have "Milk and Cookies/Tuck-ins" organized between twinned floors of the all-men and the all-women residences. One of the guys on our floor (the floor senior) was a cynical rat bastard who hated this stuff. He also disliked the guy whose girlfriend at the female residence was one of the organizers.
During one "tuck-in", to the consternation of the assembled, he did a tour of the halls and went into this guy's room as his tuck-in was in progress and sat on the bed. Wearing a sock. Just a sock. The boyfriend says to him (among other things), "Dave, that was a scrutty thing to do." And from that day forward, he was no longer Dave. He had no name except The Scrut.
Either way, I think the hotel should be notified about it. Because if there was a quota and they're claiming it wasn't met, we could be on the hook.
For the record, I spent nothing at the bar. I was wiped by the DC heat and humidity and all I could deal with was water. Alcohol, even under good circs, dehydrates, and I was already feeling as husked as a cicada.
I had at least a dozen drinks, probably more. That's $72 at least.
I was talking to some friends and we decided that cicadas are the teenagers of the insect world - they're awkward, noisy, and think of nothing but sex. After all - they ARE 17!
And I missed this?
How many drinks did you have, young lady?
I think we need to say something to the hotel about the bar money. With only 9 people accounted for (I didn't count Hil, since it didn't come directly from her (Hey, I'm a lawyer)), we have at least $295 accounted for, and that is taking people's lowest estimates.
I thought our cash-bar thing was $500? We had to pay the difference and something over that for the trouble of the bartender coming, or something. But I find it difficult to believe that we didn't make our quota.
Call out, a couple weeks after the fact: did anyone pick up two books in the hospitality suite? I'd left them in Kate's car, and they weren't with the things Hil sent me from the hotel. And I'm in shit if I don't have them, as neither of them belong to me.
Methinks Mr. Bartender decided he needed a bigger tip.
"Dude. There's a GUY in a KILT! There's 'too much candy'. They do NOT pay me enough for this. Ooh, look...the till."
