Every night ('cept Sundays, when "the park's closed- the moose out front should have told ya")
We whip out our most popular martinis at 1/2 price from 9pm until we chase the drunken lot of ya out. The music gets turned up, lights down, the dominos are out, this evening there was some dancing... last night we moved a couch so that some guests could watch friends perform an impromtu skit...some nights its quiet games of backgammon, some nights, well, hmmmmm, How's this:
Every night is a (albeit sweaty) snowflake: No two are alike. I do love my work, I do.