Had an awesome time at this event! Thanks Taco Boy! Lots of people, almost everyone in costume made for a really fun night. Tunes going the whole night kept everybody dancing. I'll be back next year.
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Do you actually LIKE going out...or Halloween? This sounds like a grumpy senior citizen's review of the noisy, all-night rager next door.
I've had more exciting nights in Charleston by far. 20-person bubble fight in the Marion Square fountain--check (statute of limitations is up.) Go backstage with the band, get invited to private party--check. Show up to costume contest & upset the 3-time champions--check. And speaking of that, what about coverage of any of actual costume contests? Nooooo, because that's just the kind of thing people EXPECT! HA!
This article made me wish someone had poisoned my Halloween candy so I didn't have to read it.
Definitely looks pretty lame for the money you pay.
So, what happened with the No Reservations tickets??? Did anyone win?
I quit my job serving at Red Lobster in college to work elsewhere--TGIFridays, which, in retrospect, should've been an obvious bad move, but The Lobster is no glamorous job, either. Two weeks later find me back at the old RL, begging for my serving job back. The GM instantly shoots me down, having already hired replacements for me and those I took with me to TGIF.
I was instead offered a host job which, desperately, I accepted--though not until I had negotiated to be paid like a server who had been pulled off the floor (away from tip-earning) to do something else. The money covered my half of $500/month rent for my downtown Columbia apartment, but barely provided seed money for me to put on inappropriately large parties every weekend. I talked my GM into letting me work the prep window in the alley of the kitchen.
That's where my horror story begins. The only good thing about working in the alley was the small perks. Most plates of popcorn shrimp didn't leave my kitchen with a full amount. You had to pay the toll on my watch--hey, a guy's gotta eat somehow! The head cook would whip up pretty much anything I asked for if the managers weren't lurking around. And sometimes I would use the lobster pizzas to create my own personal masterpieces in the convection ovens that we cooked those famous cheddar bay biscuits in. But that's where the fun ended.
A kitchen alley is hot. I ALWAYS smelled like seafood--I don't care how many times you wash your clothes, the smell NEVER comes out. The shouting when something goes out wrong, the scrubbing--the endless, endless cleaning: wiping, moping, re-moping. It never ends. Add to that, the incessant drama that permeates the staff of the typical casual dining restaurant--basically, it's EXACTLY like the movie "Waiting": everyone is sleeping with everyone else, and most of your fellow employees are not working there because they aspired to be waiters, which is why the vast majority of them drink heavily and/or do a lot of drugs. The insane degree of familiarity that existed between most of the employees led many awkward situations, some dangerous--like a jealous girlfriend throwing a steak knife at her boyfriend in the kitchen while I tried to prep food.
I look back on my Red Lobster days with mixed emotions--those people really were my family then. I went to funerals, I celebrated birthdays...but...I can say that my time in the kitchen at that place...was a horror story in itself.
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