It was an outdoor event. For some reason, Floridians LOVE outdoor events. Especially when cold fronts are coming through. Because when a cold front comes through, it rains. And for some reason we just think it is the greatest thing to get caught in the rain and have to move 13 150+ lb. tables in from the rain, only to have the rain stop 20 minutes later. yep. I got soaked helping move tables. Luckily, my boss got his stuff covered before it started to pour. Nothing like having your espresso machine destroyed in ten minutes by a rain storm for a spoiled rich kid. This shindig was for some girl's 21st birthday. 21. $30K party.
yeah, okay. I went out with friends barhopping. But, that's just me.
So, yeah, got drenched and then of course comes the cold front. I was freezing most of the night. Fun for me. Then I was called sir. That was fun. Then I was called sweetie. I hate being called sweetie by pretentious assholes.
I really do. That happened all the time when I was a waitress. I detest it.
Of course, no one really wanted coffee or nonalcoholic smoothies. They wanted free liquor. They kept coming up to me asking for various alcoholic beverages, I had to keep pointing them in the other direction. Also, I didn't realize that the tiki bar that I was in, or the espresso table were places for empty glassware that they couldn't bother to walk over to the tray set up specifically for that purpose.
I think if I ever became rich, I would snub Palm Beach all together and go live in the ghetto. :)