Bartending stuff

Last night, I, and perhaps forty or fifty other people, worked an event at the home of Robert Kraft (the owner of the New England Patriots). When you have events that large, you have a primary caterer/event planner who uses all their people, and then they subcontract out to other agencies for the rest of it. So there were people there from The Catered Affair (the main caterer), and Caterstaff, for whom I work, and a bunch of other agencies. So I saw some folks I only see occasionally.

It was the main yearly fundraising dinner for the Boys and Girls Clubs of Boston, which was nice, I guess, but, on the whole, events that large aren't the most fun to work. I mean, unless you are a high finance/political influence groupie, you're not going to be able to celebrity-gawk (how many investment bankers can YOU recognize by sight? For me, I think the number is around zero). And there are only two types of events that large: "regimented enough that there is NO chance for creativity or using any of the skills that made you want to be a bartender in the first place," and "absolute godforsaken ohmygodgetmethefuckoutofhere clusterfuck."
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The bad thing about the weather

Today, my arthritis is really bad. So why am I typing? I think the typing, to a certain extent, helps keep my joints moving and hopefully less painful in the long run. Besides, as long as I don't use my left thumb or left forefinger much, it doesn't hurt THAT badly. Still, as I'm a lefty, it's suboptimal.

I actually kind of like "cold and rainy" weather, except for the arthritis bit.