10-16-2026, 09:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-16-2026, 10:35 PM by Drunk Monk.)
The young supervisor left to join some birthday party bar hopping. He gave me the house radio so I am now the supervisor. I HAVE THE POWER!
And I’m alone again, standing (well, sitting actually) at the table service in an empty hallway listening to Sara croon in echoey halls.
It’s lonely at the top.
Leashing my emu for now.
She’s covering Whitney’s I wanna dance with somebody. Not working for me. Not that I e ever heard Whitney live but this just sounds like Tiffany. Maybe it’s the muffled echo.
There’s a metal access plate by my feet that I can kick for a super loud obnoxious noise. Kinda rude.
Ok, she killed Brave. Really slayed with it. (A door is open so I can hear clearly now). The audience is going wild.
That must’ve been the finale. Peeps a leavin now.
Encore imminent.
And I’m alone again, standing (well, sitting actually) at the table service in an empty hallway listening to Sara croon in echoey halls.
It’s lonely at the top.
Leashing my emu for now.
She’s covering Whitney’s I wanna dance with somebody. Not working for me. Not that I e ever heard Whitney live but this just sounds like Tiffany. Maybe it’s the muffled echo.
There’s a metal access plate by my feet that I can kick for a super loud obnoxious noise. Kinda rude.
Ok, she killed Brave. Really slayed with it. (A door is open so I can hear clearly now). The audience is going wild.
That must’ve been the finale. Peeps a leavin now.
Encore imminent.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse