By the time I had more bowls than pretzels, a floormate told me I was needed at the bar. Oh boy. It's not that I have anything against bartenders. I just haven't a clue how to do it. I had to ask if rum and amaretto were the same or not. Fortunately, we only had a few options: beer, gluewein, and hot chocolate with the option to add a shot to any of those, along with soda in the fridge. Once I learned how much the drinks cost and where everything was, it became fairly simple. Loud, hectic, and cramped, but simple. Before I knew it, my shift was up.
Judging by how long the music continued after I had retired to bed, I'd say the party was a hit.
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