Are You Having A Good Time?
Or Are You Going Through The Same Old Motions When You Could Be Spending Your Time Doing Something More Productive And In-Line With Your Goals?...
7:30 PM - The Stage is Set
The night kicked off with a burst of energy at The Tipsy Tumbler, a bustling bar known for its lively atmosphere and colorful characters. Among them was Bertha, a boisterous girl with purple hair and an insatiable appetite for spicy wings. Little did she know, the night would take a turn for the worse as the hours passed.
8:00 PM - The Party Gets Started
As the band started playing, the dance floor filled with eager patrons, ready to let loose and forget their troubles. Bertha led the charge, her laughter echoing through the bar as she twirled and danced with reckless abandon. But beneath her cheerful facade, there was a hint of unease, a feeling that something wasn't quite right.
8:30 PM - The Revelry Continues
As the night wore on, the party showed no signs of slowing down. Couples paired off and left, their laughter fading into the night as they ventured off into the darkness. But Bertha remained, her enthusiasm masking a growing sense of discomfort as the atmosphere in the bar began to shift.
9:00 PM - The High Point
By now, the bar was in full swing, the dance floor a whirlwind of movement and color. Bertha, fueled by alcohol and adrenaline, was the life of the party, her purple hair flying as she danced and sang with abandon. But even as she reveled in the moment, a nagging feeling of dread lingered in the back of her mind.
9:30 PM - Signs of Trouble
As the clock struck half-past nine, signs of trouble began to emerge. Bertha, feeling the effects of her indulgence, stumbled to the bathroom, her face pale with nausea. But fate had other plans, and before she knew it, disaster struck. The toilet backed up, sending a foul-smelling torrent of sewage flooding into the bar.
10:00 PM - The Turning Point
With each passing minute, the situation grew more dire. The stench of sewage filled the air, driving patrons from the bar in disgust. Bertha, her purple hair now matted with filth, could only watch in horror as her night of fun descended into chaos and despair. It was a nightmare come to life, a test of her endurance and resilience.
10:30 PM - The Descent into Chaos
As the night wore on, the situation went from bad to worse. The bar staff struggled to contain the mess, but it was a losing battle. Patrons slipped and fell in the muck, their cries of disgust drowned out by the cacophony of chaos. Bertha, her spirits shattered, could only watch helplessly as her night of fun turned into a nightmare.
11:00 PM - The Fallout
As the dust settled and the last echoes of chaos faded away, the true extent of the night's calamity became clear. The bar lay in ruins, its once lively atmosphere replaced by a scene of devastation and despair. Bertha, her purple hair now a tangled mess, emerged from the wreckage, shaken but alive. But her ordeal was far from over.
11:30 PM - The Aftermath
As the night wore on and the patrons dispersed, Bertha surveyed the wreckage with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. It was a night she would never forget, a harrowing journey from fun to fiasco that would haunt her for years to come. But amidst the chaos and destruction, there remained a glimmer of hope – the hope that, perhaps, she would emerge from the night's ordeal stronger and wiser than ever before.
12:00 AM - The Final Hours
As the clock struck midnight, Bertha's nightmare took a deadly turn. In her haste to escape the bar, she slipped on a patch of sewage-covered floor, her head striking the ground with a sickening thud. As she lay there, unconscious and alone, the night came to a close, a tragic reminder of the dangers of excess and the consequences of unchecked indulgence.
12:30 AM - The End of the Line
As dawn broke over the horizon and the first light of morning filtered through the shattered windows of the bar, Bertha's lifeless body lay amidst the wreckage, a silent testament to the perils of a night gone awry. It was a sobering end to a night that had started with so much promise, a reminder that sometimes, the fun comes at a cost too steep to bear.
When I used to play music in bars there was a pattern I recognized: nights always started off fun, and over time they would degrade. As the best people would pair off and go home early, all that was left remaining were angry, drunk, sneaky, and ill-intentioned folk bent on satiating their own desires… or the people on the payroll who were also squandering their good sense.
Just as with any good band there are good eras and bad eras. It's worth wondering, often, if you're actually having a good time, or if you're just sticking around because the booze is free now and you can smoke inside…
Thanks Greg.\\\