Oh the uni parties….Girls and boys get dressed up and dressed down (depending on the theme), and tend to get very merry, no matter what they are wearing. I stand on the other side of the bar making my own fun and since most of the customers are nice I like my job. The bonuses are I make money instead of spending it and I get to jump around in my jeans and a black t-shirt with out a worry.

The Pajama Party was a little quiet as the destroyer flu and exams next week combined to keep some revelers at home. But every one seemed to be having a good time and I was thankful for the lack of teddies.

I realized that this end of semester Pajama party was my 10th party at uni. I’ll let you know if I still have fun working when I get to my 15th and final party..