You Can't Make This Stuff Up

New Years was.....

Odd.

Reasonably painless, but really, really strange. An ass grabber, T's parents, a couple celebrating their 36th wedding anniversary, 2 ex-Food and Beverage working yuppies and an opera singer (more on her in a minute) all sitting together.

Twenty two tables total. 52 people. Four servers. (There were supposed to be five.....nevermind.) 60 ridiculous hats, noise makers and confetti hurlers.

Everything went smoothly.

Until the entire restaurant burst into song. Not just any song.

God Bless America.

Thats right. Imagine it. You are a server in a ritzy-ish-at-least-the-management-likes-to-think-so hotel. You are wearing a hat with a seven inch plume sticking out of the top of it. The above mentioned characters (and more!) all all eating, drinking, and talking amongst themselves. Suddenly, Assgrabber yanks the Opera Singer (who looked to be about 80) out of her chair, where she sings God Bless America. Then she requests that everyone else join in. All 37 of them.

And they do.

I had to race from the room to hide in the wait station, tears of silent laughter running down my face.

Maybe you had to be there.

Happy New Year, everyone.