Law of Unintended Consequences
Feb. 12th, 2008 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasSo, at that Yelp.*/Bushmills event I just posted about, I passed out a bunch of business cards. I tossed a couple to the people from Yelp.*, the marketing folks from Bushmills, the folks from the MIT museum. I handed a couple to the band, and one to the videographer, because he was taking some shots of me doing some flair before the doors opened. (Flair: bartender juggling. You know, spinning bottles, tossing cocktail shakers, and the like. Please to not be mentioning Tom Cruise.) And I handed some out to just folks getting drinks from the bar.
Later that night, when I'm home, and in bed -- one o'clock -- the phone rings.
It's two drunks wanting the recipe for a Slippery Nipple.
I got up, pulled out my recipe book, and gave it to them, but, the next batch of cards we print up will have "No calls after 10 PM, Please" on it.
Later that night, when I'm home, and in bed -- one o'clock -- the phone rings.
It's two drunks wanting the recipe for a Slippery Nipple.
I got up, pulled out my recipe book, and gave it to them, but, the next batch of cards we print up will have "No calls after 10 PM, Please" on it.
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Date: 2008-02-13 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
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