Just 'cause you're an MC doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole.

So I work in this restaurant. This awesome restaurant with great food and great wine and amazing cocktails and a swank-ass ambiance. This restaurant is also known for its late night scene, happy hour, drunk ass people. I've always thought this to be a strange collision of atmospheres, but whatever keeps food in my belly and liquor through my liver, right?

This weekend we tried something new. We brought in this big-deal DJ and turned the front area into a night club scene at 10pm. This is not really my thing, but again, it'$ really not up to u$ employee$ and I'm ju$t happy to have hour$ and blah blah blah $$$$$.

What have we learned? Music brings out a weird side of people. The exhausted servers who got their asses handed to them for the last six hours wiggle their bodies to the music as they walk through the restaurant. The bartenders, still in the weeds, high-five when good songs come on and sing at the top of their lungs as they pour from the tap, splashing beer everywhere. The kitchen staff at the tapas bar teach each other dance moves and wave their utensils around. It's sweet relief from the awful faux-Spanish elevator fucking music that we listen to every goddamn day.

And then there are the intoxicated. Drunk men in suits flailing their arms around as if to save themselves from drowning. Girls in extraordinarily tight clothing attempting to dance but can't really move as much as they could if they were wearing sweatpants. Let's all yell the lyrics to 80s songs as LOUD AS WE CAN BECAUSE RICK ASTLEY BRINGS EVERYONE TOGETHER.

I have no point. It's a weird scene.