Oh DOUG, I hate this job. My bar has run out of, in no particular order, change, chardonnay, bitters, kahlua and most of all the patience of the staff. I am just about tearing my hair out and I'm not being paid enough for this.

In other news, we have J² back. Apparently he went on a roadtrip (not the movie of the same name sort, but the Fear and Loathing sort, or so I gather) with his housemates until the money ran out. Which it did in a big way. He called me from the train station having 15 cents to his name and no way to get home. A lift was found, and he hasn't stopped scabbing our wine or telling stories since. It's good to have him back. There's no one quite like J². Thank goodness.