there’s a small bruise on the middle finger of my right hand. it’s a small purpley-brown spot just below the first knuckle. it’s the exact spot where my finger meets the curve of a beer bottle that leads to the neck. i got the bruise yesterday, while spending roughly 11 hours at the bowling alley serving the patrons of the Sloppy Joe Bowling Tournament.

by my estimates, i served over 200 bottles of beer. this doesn’t sound like a big feat to most people. but you should know that i left the bowling alley at 7 o’clock last night. i served these beers between the hours of 8 a.m. and 7 p.m. that’s nearly a case of beer an hour. that’s a lot of goddamn beer.

yesterday was the busiest day the SJBT has seen since i started working there nearly six years ago, and it was a lot of fun. but i think it might have been the you-had-to-be-there kind of fun. because having my Aunt Sherry put her arm around Hot Randy and say “hey randy, did you know that my nieces call you Hot Randy?”

might not be all that funny to someone who wasn’t there. especially if you couldn’t see the 392 shades of red that Sister #2’s face turned.

it probably wouldn’t be funny either when Tony told Premium Wood that he was married to the sister wearing the green shirt, and Premium Wood looked around to discover that all four members of the sister club were wearing green.

two more weeks left in the SJBT and hopefully by the time it’s over i find my mind again, because i’m pretty sure i’ve lost it. i feel like i’m just spinning and spinning and spinning.