All Quiet on the Blackjack Front

Nothing to report. It's starting to creep me out actually, how normal my punters have been. I actually had a great conversation with one the other day. He was a stand-up comedian who'd toured with people I'd actually heard of which was pretty cool. But yeah, it's been quiet. Perhaps the calm before the storm.

Too many, what a surprise

There's not knowing how to play Blackjack, and then there's hitting on 18 and trying to stay on 9.

And the award for best random you meet in a bar goes to...

Sylvia, the incredibly masculine transvestite!
Sylvia wins this award mostly because unlike most random people I meet in bars, she didn't randomly come sit down with us and start talking about her past life as a hitman or start stroking my hair. No, couple of people met her out on the smoking terrace, invited her to come sit with us, she actually asked if that would be OK with the rest of the group. Considerate! So she joined us, chatted, and was just plain awesome. Looked and sounded almost exactly like Hugh Laurie. Was so completely normal it's not funny. Helped us convince one of our drunker than usual friends not to drive. And had great nails.
And a special mention goes to workmates Fab and Guy (names changed, duh) for managing to restrain themselves from asking her if she still had a schlong.

...but my mum might be available some time

A little back story. I'm 19 but look about 2 years younger. Being a OK looking female (wow, way to toot my own horn there!) working in a locale where alcohol is served I get hit on. A lot. Last night as I was going on break one of my regular punters asked me out. Completely sober. He's in at least his mid 40s. I did what any mature, in control person would do in that situation... looked at him like he'd just set himself on fire, said 'No!' with a look of horror upon my face and then got out of there as fast as I could. A bit rude I know but my god, mid 40s. Sober! Shuddering, lots of shuddering.