Short post today, because my To-Do pile is so large it's literally (not figuratively) spilling off my desk.
New Year's Eve: I worked the karaoke. It was a pretty normal night, if somewhat busier than normal. The Squeeze and some friends were there, which is always fun, expecially since it means people are less likely to try to lick my ear.
I've mentioned before that my station is near the ladies' room. It's a one-seater and locks from the inside. For the first time, I actually had to grab a guy by the scruff of his neck and haul him away from following his lady-friend in. Instead, they proceeded to make out and... Well. Clothes pretty much stayed on, thank goodness. They started at nine p.m. I left at quarter to four in the morning, and they were still going. Ew.
(True: I don't really get this whole kissing someone on New Year's Eve thing. I mean, fine if you're out with someone, but if you don't have a date, it just seems like a good way to get cooties.)
Trapper is cootie-free and looking for love.