Easiest supposedly bad month ever. We only worked one weekend straight through, and never stayed past 2 a.m.
We had entertainment at the party tonight, as Melinda came to the bar straight from her tap lesson.
Also, Amy and I wore the same pants to work every day for a month. See?
Now back to regular life, although we get a soft landing in the form of working night shift the rest of the week. I see swimming in my near future, and the completion of an art project. But no tap dancing classes for me, and for sure no stripey pants.