My first bartending job was at the Tradewinds (91-92). We were paid in cash, which was an bonus to a poor college student. In my time, never saw an after hours party, but I went over to The Other Place on Main Street for that activity. The most exciting night was when someone yanked the gas line out of the wall outside the back door and I had to call 911. I think I wrote about it a while ago but don't have time to search for it this morning. And Angie, I don't think I've ever been described as busty, but thanks for the props. The most important traits to have there was to put up with a lot of crap from the regulars and Steve (owner) and know when to shut your trap.
i also bartender at The Other Place and the Fox Lounge. What can I say, I know how to pick the classy joints... The shadiest by far was working at the old Elwell's resturant on the west side of town. What a craptacular family operation. That is where I saw a KKK membership card and if you weren't bulimic the old lady would call you fat to your face. I was 5'2, 102 lb and told I was built like a brick ****house by management. I was also ordered to serve food that had been dropped on the floor. Good times.
Got to get my butt moving to a meeting or I'd share more. Maybe I'll have time tonight.