You don't realize how indispensable songs like "living on a prayer" and "don't stop believing" really are until you're in Bagel and Deli for 4 hours with a rambunctious group of alumni who have commandeered the music and are getting wasted off cheep beer for a one weekend hurrah; away from families and careers. 

Then all of a sudden "Gin and Juice" (the gourds version of course) comes on and everyone in bagel and deli [where you're behind the counter, running the cash register and selling cigarettes even though you don't work there, you just came up town to say hi to kimi for a second] is jumping and clapping and singing along. Bagels are some how still being made, the folk who come in off the streets just clap and dance their way through the drunk alum to the counter to order.

Then it's 3 in the morning and the shops finally closed and the three of us [kimi and jon and me the fraudulous employee] and the alum savor just one more round of living on a prayer [even 5 is just not enough] We're drunk, they're drunk and everyone is tired from dancing for 4 hours. 

Then it's 4 in the morning and we're cleaning up, I had bid my new friend goodbye for the night sealed with with our handshake and the two actual workers sit down to count the rediculous amount of tips left by these guys. A 2o was put in my hand at one point and I don't even work there. 

I'm not even really sure last night happened and I didn't just dream it. 

I guess we'll know when I find out the final count of all those tips. 

And if they come back tonight like the promised they would...

[And you may ask yourself, my god what have I done?]