i'm really sorry you had to work as a bartender at the bacardi silver booth at the awful conglomeration of vendors and women that was shecky's girls' night out. i literally cannot imagine what it would have been like for you. hundreds of women demanding free jolly rancher-flavored drinks? it must have been ridiculous.
but when my friends were trying on many t-shirts at the booth across the way at the end of the night, i saw you bust a move a little bit. so maybe it wasn't so bad.
plus i'm sure you made some cash, though, at least, right? maybe you can buy another sweet-ass straw fedora that made you look so cute. i should have written my number on the dollar i put in your tip jar. someone else probably tried that, though. damn.