why do the best bartenders end up having the name of Mike?!

friday night: both Orphan and I were in need of a pick-me-up. two cosmos and a free shot (berry lemon drop??) later, we were both feeling no pain.

which was fortunate as i was surrounded by people who were totally making me uncomfortable.

1. the random man sitting by himself, but saving a chair, and eating plate after plate of appetizers. at first we thought his companion was in the restroom, but then we realized that he might have actually been stood up. and then, eventually (at least 45 minutes after we got there...goodness only knows how long he had been waiting before that) his "date" showed up (who then leaned over and tried to look at the photos on my camera).

2. the random guy who kept trying to get the bartender to come back to him for the 60¢ tip.
seriously?! i don't think the bartender wants the change that badly.

3. the angry girl who kept insisting she order before the bartender had a chance to come to her. nothing is less pleasant than hearing someone shot out "HEY! I NEED TO ORDER!"
sweetheart, the poor man will get to you after he has served those who came before you.