12/04/2025

12/04/2025, big event coming up.
I helped the day before, setting up the bar and fixing the floor and such.

On the day itself I had two shifts: Selling Hot Cocoa + Hotdogs (Imma call it 'hots shift') and later kitchen shift.

Easy, right? Right...

I misjudged it heavily.

'Hots shift' was quite simple, sell hotdogs and hot cocoa and make sure nothing burns.
During the two hours I had to work there, people ordered 5 hot dogs and 4 hot Cocoas in total.
There's 500+ people there so I was lucky I got the calmest shift. However, we also had to make sure we didn't burn the drink and the sausages on the portable stove.
I say 'we' but really, where was my shift mate? 
Drunk, pissing and taking shots behind the bar tent.
Despite it only being seven in the evening...
My 'hots shift' is done after two hours and I've got nothing to do for the next two hours. 

I find my dad, clearly drunk, making a phone call. He shows me the screen, it's grandma. Earlier that day dad visited grandma² because she fell again, dad didn't have time to deal with it and called his mom, grandma. Everything was fine but for some reason grandma drove grandma² to the hospital?! Again. The nurses have bets running on how many days it takes before grandma² is back. The highest score grandma² has, is currently a month and two weeks, this being the longest she stayed out of the hospital or the ER.

Anyways, I hung out with my niece before I started my second shift at eleven at night.
Using two deep fryers to fry cheese croquettes when they're ordered.

Where's my shift mate: working another shift because she was asked to stay there. That's okay, I think I can manage this kitchen shift on my own.

Wrong.

Five drunk kids my age stumble in, some friends of mine. Let's call them Si, Lo, Br, St and Jo.
Si denies that he's drunk, his brother is following right behind him and trying to take away his beer. 

That didn't work.

For some reason Si decided that the only person he wanted to listen to was me, well shit. I yell out to the people in the kitchen to watch the frying pans and follow Si outside. Eventually I get him back inside after making him promise he'll drink water. He agreed but only if I would give him a croquette, I did.
Lo is just running around and trying to stop Si, Br is looking for them. As I followed Si outside I spot St and Jo, clearly very drunk and barely being able to walk.
By now my shift has become more of: 'Babysit your drunk mates while making sure the pans don't explode.'
I get all of them on the couch with a glass of water and croquettes, great succes! I make sure their shifts are covered and that they don't go into the big crowd outside.
The best part? I recieved no complaints from the others who were selling the croquettes, I don't think they even know what went down. Anyways, another dude storms in, Le.
All panicked he stumbles around the kitchen asking repeatedly for pincers.
His fell into the deep pot with boiling sausages and he needed another pair of thongs to get them out. He took mine. The ones I was using for the croquettes. Whatever, I'll improvise. 

Eventually I'm just watching the deep fryers and making sure nobody touches them.
I literally had to slap people away to prevent them from sticking their hands in the boiling oil...
Despite everything I still had fun!

Here are some other high-lights from the event:

• Dad was drunk and straight up threw a pair of dice towards the huge fire.
• His friend then got on his knees to look for them...
• Dad ate every single hotdog I ordered for myself.
• There was a speech held for the man that died, he was a big part of our community.
  
• Over 500 people toasted to him!
• My dad told me multiple times to tell my boyfriend that he loves him.
• The croquettes exploded, leaving string cheese everywhere.
• At some point I was wearing sunglasses, I don't know who they belonged to.
• Dad's friends loved me, not in a weird way! More like: "yeah that's your child for sure!"
• One of the leaders dropped multiple sixpacks of wine, our whole groups room stinked.
• The morning after I helped with cleaning up, doing the dishes, except every leader was drunk or hungover.
• There was a bottle of white wine being passed around while we were doing the dishes.
  
• The firefighters showed up early in the morning to put the fire out.
• They weren't able to put it out because they decided that only one side of the fire was enough to spray down?? The fire kept spreading.
• One unknown man was picked up with an ambulance, found him early in the morning laying in the mud.
• My boyfriends older nephew and I had a cunty dance break while doing the dishes.
• I took a shot of gin on a podium in front of 500+ people.
  
  That's about it, it was quite fun!