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See, if the situation you're faced with is one that no reasonable person would expect you to do well with, then there are two options. You fail, in which case, there's no shame, or you succeed, in which case, you're amazing.
Which brings me to this past Saturday night, when all the snow fell.
The Bar Mitzvah party I was working started at 7, after Shabbat was over, and it started off really well. The kids were all having fun on the dance floor, with a DJ/MC who was getting them all up and dancing and playing various party games, they'd rented a couple console video games, which were getting SOME use, but mostly the kids were dancing and hanging out, they'd rented one of those popcorn carts, so people were munching on fresh-popped hot popcorn, and the bar mitzvah's father had supplied a couple of his favorite bourbons to us at the bar, to share with his friends. The grownups were having a grand time, too, hanging out and schmoozing and drinking wine and beer and a couple cocktails. The folks in the kitchen were baking hot pretzels and pizza, both cheese pizza for the kids, and fig-and-goat-cheese pizza for the adults.
All in all, a really good party.
Then at about eight, the lights went out. All over Andover.
And that's when it stopped being a good party.
And became a GREAT one.
The other bartender went over to the table where they were handing out those little lights you wear on your fingers, and we put a couple on the bar. We hadn't been using any electricity, anyway -- at a function bar, one usually chills things down using ice, not refrigeration -- so we had no problems. Heck, I've worked in darker bars.
After a few minutes, the folks in the kitchen realized that the ovens were all gas, anyway, so, once they got some matches, and some flashlights, they were able to get those lit, and keep making the pizzas and pretzels.
The video games were a complete loss, of course.
And the DJ/MC?
Was a superhero. He kept up with games and contests and all sorts of things, even without his lights and his music. He did BRILLIANTLY. There were kids on the dance floor all night, dancing around and playing and stuff, wearing glow-necklaces and flashing light bracelets and fingertip LEDs, and having an absolute BLAST.
End of the year, I KNOW which Bar Mitzvah party the kids in Ben's class are going to remember best. Everybody just stepped up. Everybody just rolled out their A-game, and none of the guests stressed out or freaked, and, well, yeah. It was good.
Which brings me to this past Saturday night, when all the snow fell.
The Bar Mitzvah party I was working started at 7, after Shabbat was over, and it started off really well. The kids were all having fun on the dance floor, with a DJ/MC who was getting them all up and dancing and playing various party games, they'd rented a couple console video games, which were getting SOME use, but mostly the kids were dancing and hanging out, they'd rented one of those popcorn carts, so people were munching on fresh-popped hot popcorn, and the bar mitzvah's father had supplied a couple of his favorite bourbons to us at the bar, to share with his friends. The grownups were having a grand time, too, hanging out and schmoozing and drinking wine and beer and a couple cocktails. The folks in the kitchen were baking hot pretzels and pizza, both cheese pizza for the kids, and fig-and-goat-cheese pizza for the adults.
All in all, a really good party.
Then at about eight, the lights went out. All over Andover.
And that's when it stopped being a good party.
And became a GREAT one.
The other bartender went over to the table where they were handing out those little lights you wear on your fingers, and we put a couple on the bar. We hadn't been using any electricity, anyway -- at a function bar, one usually chills things down using ice, not refrigeration -- so we had no problems. Heck, I've worked in darker bars.
After a few minutes, the folks in the kitchen realized that the ovens were all gas, anyway, so, once they got some matches, and some flashlights, they were able to get those lit, and keep making the pizzas and pretzels.
The video games were a complete loss, of course.
And the DJ/MC?
Was a superhero. He kept up with games and contests and all sorts of things, even without his lights and his music. He did BRILLIANTLY. There were kids on the dance floor all night, dancing around and playing and stuff, wearing glow-necklaces and flashing light bracelets and fingertip LEDs, and having an absolute BLAST.
End of the year, I KNOW which Bar Mitzvah party the kids in Ben's class are going to remember best. Everybody just stepped up. Everybody just rolled out their A-game, and none of the guests stressed out or freaked, and, well, yeah. It was good.