It’s Sunday Fun Day!

Hey, the Ole Miss Rebels finally won a game! They scraped by Northwestern State yesterday, and as the #5 team in the Southland Conference, there’s no doubt that NW State is a forced to be reckoned with.

I heard a great quote about Ole Miss a couple of days ago. A friend of mine asked me, “Do you know what time the Ole Miss Possums are playing tomorrow?”

“Don’t you mean the Ole Miss Rebels?” I asked.

“No, they’re the Ole Miss Possums,” he said. “Because they play dead at home, and they get run over on the road.”

Arkansas vs. Tennessee next Saturday. I’m going to be wearing my Hog Hat, of course. I have a feeling I won’t be getting along with the Nuh-Uh Girl, Frank, and some of the other members of the gang that day.

And, of course, today we have the Colts-Patriots game at 3:15. We’ll start the day with brunch at the Majestic, then head over to the Saucer by the time the game starts. Actually, well before the time the game starts, because we’ll have to get a few games of pool in first. Interesting thing about Sundays, I started off the year kicking Skippy’s ass at trivia, and I’m ending it by kicking Pete’s ass at pool.

Recap of yesterday: Dos Equis Special Lager was the Fire Sale. I showed my appreciation by having nine of them in a relatively short amount of time. The trivia team came to a consensus on which waitress we want for Rapscallion Party V. Played the Window Game. Played pool with Clay and BBQ Clint. Relocated to Pearl’s to catch Snozberry. I hated to leave my favorite beer on Fire Sale and Aquanet, but Snozberry are friends and ya gotta support your friends. Unfortunately the nine Fire Sales took effect and I didn’t make it through much of Snoz’s set. Sorry guys. I’m sure everyone thought “he’s heading back to the Saucer” when I left, but no, I went home and crashed!

Thanks to the time change – Daylight Savings Time ENDED this morning – I have an extra hour to kill before the start of Sunday Fun Day. I think I’ll use it to do a load of laundry, so I can wear the “I Love Romanian Girls” shirt two days in a row.

Important Downtown news: The new, improved Scratchy

Most Downtowners are familiar with Jimmy, the homeless guy who wanders the streets and constantly scratches his beard (earning him the nickname “Scratchy”). Scratchy may be homeless but he is NOT a bum. He never asks for anything, and if you talk to him he’s a very nice guy. When the Sunday brunch crew was hanging out at Sleep Out Louie’s, we sort of adopted Scratchy as our mascot.

Well, yesterday I saw someone new on the streets: New, Improved Scratchy. New, Improved Scratchy looks and dresses just like Original Scratchy, except he’s a couple of inches taller. But there’s a big difference: New, Improved Scratchy IS a bum. I saw him on the streets for hours yesterday, walking up to people and begging them for money.

They look enough alike that people could easily confuse them. I hope Scratchy doesn’t end up getting a bad rap Downtown for things that New, Improved Scratchy did.

Tipping philosophy

Earlier in the week I had an e-mail asking me to write about my tipping philosophy when I go out to restaurants, bars and clubs: How much do I tip, what makes me tip extra, what makes me tip less? All right, here you go.

All other things being equal, when I’m out at my usual hangouts Downtown I tip 30% or a dollar a beer, whichever is greater. The 30% tip is a little higher than the industry average, which is probably 15-20%. I consider it a way of being respectful, of saying, “Hey, I know how much it can suck at times to be a bartender/server and I know your job is harder than it looks. Thanks for taking good care of me.”

On certain occasions I’ll switch over to the dollar-a-beer rule. Mainly I do this when I’m buying the beer at a discount from normal price, such as the Fire Sales at the Saucer and Pint Nite. I started doing this following a late-night discussion at McGuinness with some off-duty servers last year, when they complained that on discount beer nights they work just as hard but make a lot less money because the tabs are lower. So on Pint Nite, I might order 5 beers, have a tab of $12.50, and leave a $5 tip, which is 40% but is a more accurate reflection of the work my server did than 30%.

My tips are based solely on the job the server or bartender does, not my opinion of them as people. I can think a server is the greatest thing since sliced bread on a personal level, but unless she does something extraordinary related to her job (I’ll talk about this in a minute) she’ll get 30% or $1/beer. On the other hand, if a server is someone I don’t really care for personally, it won’t stop her from getting 30% or $1/beer as long as she does her job well.

Sometimes a server will try to get me to deviate from the rule above, hinting around that “we’re friends, so you should tip me extra.” Or even worse, hinting “I’m hot, so you should tip me extra.” In either case I compute 30% in my head and then deduct a couple of dollars, just to give them a financial slap on the wrist for being bratty.

So, what makes me tip more than 30%? Well, I’ll give a few examples:

1) One night I was at the Saucer, watching the Dempseys. I was standing on the floor, in front of the pool table, and had an empty beer. I had been buying beers from the bar, but the line was way long and if I went in there I’d lose my good vantage point for the band. One of the servers saw me, realized what was going on, and said, “Paul, do you need anything? You’re not in my section but I’ll take care of you.” And my glass was never empty for the rest of the night. I tipped her 50%.

2) The two Rapscallions trivia team members who tend to hang out at the Saucer the most are Mikey and me. So one evening after trivia was over, everyone got their tabs and discovered that they had been entered as Mikey/2, Mikey/3, Mikey/4 and so on, in the computer. That’s fine for everyone else, but I come there enough that I should be on equal footing with Mikey, at least. I was the last to tab out, and the waitress brought my check: “Paul/1.” I tipped her 50%.

3) One night in summer ’06 I went into Blues City’s back bar. I hadn’t been in there in 9 months but the bartender not only remembered my name, but what beer I liked to drink. I tipped her 100% because that was really cool.

Now we turn to the other side of the coin… what do I do when I get lousy service. Well, for starters I look for reasons why it might not be the server’s fault. If the bar is packed, I don’t hold it against her. If she takes me a long time to bring food out, I tend to believe it was the cooks’ fault and not the server’s. I’ll ask questions like, “So are you feeling all right today?” and oftentimes I’ll get a story about how they got in a car accident or broke up with their boyfriend or stuff like that. In that case I don’t hold the bad service against them. Everybody has bad days.

If the service is bad and I just can’t see any reason to justify it, I’ll lower my tip amount to 15%, which is still average. It’s completely horrendous I’ll pay cash for the tab and leave the exact amount, leaving them to wonder if I just forgot to tip or if I did it on purpose. But it’s EXTREMELY rare that I resort to this. Maybe once every couple of years. I look for every reason not to.

One more thing to cover – tipping as a means of showing off. Meaning, tipping extremely excessively (100% or more) when there’s no good reason to do so. This is a MAJOR no-no. Do this and from that moment on, you are the ATM. Sure, they’ll encourage that kind of behavior, sure, they’ll take the money, but they won’t respect you. The message it sends is, “trying way too hard to convince people that I’m a big shot.” You can only get away with this if you actually ARE a big shot. Fred Smith could get away with it. Pau Gasol could get away with it. Most other people in Memphis can’t and shouldn’t try. Even worse: Leaving an excessive tip, then bragging to other bar patrons that you did so.

Anyway, that just about wraps it up. To summarize my tipping philosophy: 1) Be respectful. 2) Be fair. 3) Don’t show off.

Another post yet to come today, maybe two.

Now that I have a job Downtown… should I get rid of the car?

In one week, I’ll have a job that’s a one-block commute. I’ve been excited about being able to go to work without having to deal with rush hour traffic… and then yesterday, it occurred to me, do I really NEED the car anymore?

I think I’ve driven it two times this month. It costs me $90 a month to park the car in the garage, and probably about that much in insurance as well. It’s paid for, but because of its age it runs up $500-1000 a year in repairs. I’m wondering if it would be worth it to get rid of the car and save that money.

There’s a car rental place a few blocks from where I live, and the few times a year I need a car I could rent them and probably still come out ahead on money, and otherwise use taxis and the trolley to get around.

Just curious, has anyone else who lives and works Downtown done this? If so, how has it worked out for you?

In other news… I pulled up Google Earth this morning and typed in the address of my new company’s New York office. I’ve been told I’ll have to travel there now and then to work with the NY programming team. Their office is within walking distance of Times Square, Herald Square, and the Empire State Building! I’m going to have great fun doing some after-hours sightseeing when I’m there on business trips. NYC is perfectly suited to one of my favorite activities – wandering around. I guess I’ll have to buy some cold-weather clothes though.

Not much to recap from yesterday… played The Window Game, hung out with some of my fellow BBQ team members. BBQ Fest ’08 is only six months away! Encountered one of Downtown’s female bums who always goes “Buy me a shot, buy me a drink” when she sees me. Just to be mean, I bought a shot and downed it myself right in front of her. Unfortunately there was something I had forgotten to do earlier in the day – eat. So soon I was off to Huey’s for Paul’s Drunkass Burger. As I walked back out I ran into a couple of friends who were on their way to the Majestic. Damn! I shoulda gone to the Majestic. Paul’s Drunkass Flatbread would have been good… or Paul’s Drunkass Onion Rings. You could be at .40 blood alcohol level and those rings would sop it all up and bring you back to near sober. They probably have something like 3000 calories though.

Speaking of people who are always going “Buy me a drink” – where’s Terry been lately? Just realized that he and Yoko have the same birthday. As the holidays get closer I can always count on a phone call from Terry: “Paul. You’re meeting me at the Peabody lobby bar in ten minutes for cocktails. You’re paying.”

Dammit, now I’m in the mood for one of the Peabody’s Brandy Alexanders. They’re expensive (a little over ten bucks I think) but SO good. Maybe I’ll stop by and see if Velina’s working this afternoon.

New England vs. Indianapolis tomorrow at 3:15. Go Patriots! I am so sick of Peyton. I’m sure my favorite blogger/MILF will be watching.

I’ve been asked to hurry up and finish my post on tipping, so I’ll try to get that one done this morning as well.

Halloween ‘07 photo album

Hello everyone! I’m typing this from the Second Street branch office, where I’ve spent the past hours sorting through my 2007 Halloween photos – rotating them, lightening them, deleting pics that are out of focus and bad pics of me. I ended up with 74 photos this year. Here are a few of my favorites that haven’t made the blog in previous posts:

Chad and the Nuh-Uh Girl took second place in Big Foot’s Best Overall competition with their stick figure costumes.Barry as Devil Elvis, or “Delvis.”

A few of the hotties at the Big Foot party.

Profile view of Skippy, showing the Raiford’s car that was part of his costume as the outside of Raiford’s.

Pete may lose to me at pool a lot, but he does all right with the ladies. I called Merry Maids and asked for the French maid pictured above, but canceled my order when they told me that their maids don’t give customers sponge baths.

A Saucer dude and Saucer chick doing the Harry Potter thing.

Click here for the complete Halloween photo album – 74 pictures.

Got me a J.O.B.!

Yesterday afternoon I was (can you guess?) hanging out at the Saucer, playing The Window Game. The recruiter I’ve been talking to called and said, “I’m going to make your day.” And she did. She had a job offer for me. I hadn’t even interviewed in person (just over the phone) with the CTO, but I had gone in and talked to other people in the office, and the CTO was comfortable extending the offer based on what he had heard about me.

Now that the offer is in place, I can tell you a little bit more. This is the job I really wanted out of the ones for which I’d been interviewing. A few reasons why I think this job is going to be awesome:

  • It’s in an office building located one block from where I live. No rush hour commute!
  • When I went in to interview, everyone had jeans on.
  • The day I came in, they were preparing for a pumpkin carving party with pizza and beer.
  • Several of my future co-workers already knew me, mostly from the Saucer and one from my past membership in Bravo. Everyone I met seemed SUPER nice and laid-back.
  • A couple of my future co-workers were in the Saucer on Halloween night and saw me in the Beer Goddess costume. “You’re going to fit right in!” one of them said.
  • I get to learn C#, a language I haven’t worked with much.
  • It’s a small start-up company, and part of my compensation will be stock options. They tell me they’re about 5 years away from doing an IPO.
  • I’ll be one of the first programmers in the Memphis office, which means I’ll have to travel to the other office from time to time to meet with the rest of the team. The other office is located at 38th and Broadway, in Manhattan.

Does this not sound like a job that is custom-made for me? I’m taking a week to wrap up a few loose ends, and then I’ll start on Monday, November 12.

Unfortunately this means I won’t be able to hit the Saucer at 3 in the afternoon and play The Window Game anymore. Several of us sat in the window from 3 to about 7 yesterday and played. The “bums” category had the others beat by a mile, which is further evidence that the Handling-Panhandling group needs to kick back into high gear.

At 7 Mikey, Otto, John D and I walked over to EP’s for their 1st birthday celebration. Chef Michael Patrick put out a lavish buffet, and he also personally delivered a tray full of goodies to our table. We stuffed ourselves then turned our attention to beer. Thanks Michael for everything and a happy 1st birthday to EP’s. It’s remarkable what they have been able to do with that place. Not only has it become one of the best restaurants Downtown, but it’s also turned into the only dance club on Beale worth going to.

And, it will soon have something new, a neighborhood bar which all the former Sleep Out Louie’s regulars are WAY excited about. It’s called Hoop’s Bar and it will be open in about a week. We got to take a pre-opening look at it last night. Here’s a pic of bartender Tony who will be working there, with John D and me at Hoop’s Bar:


It’s going to have its own private entrance from Second and will cater to locals. The former Sleep Out’s crowd has been calling each other asking, “Is it open yet? When will it be open?” This is the first place to open up Downtown in a long time that has the chance to knock the Saucer out of the #1 spot in my pecking order.

Otto and John D took off, and Mikey and I hung out at the upstairs bar at EP’s for hours. It was kind of nice to have a really long drinking-and-hanging-out session somewhere other than the Saucer. The nightclub crowd started rolling in about 10 and we people-watched. Mikey lasted until about 12:30, and I made it about a half hour past that.

Just downloaded the Halloween pics from the camera. I’ll probably take the laptop to the Second Street branch office once it opens up, and sort out the pics and then post a photo album at some point this afternoon.

Good news

My camera, which I thought had taken its last picture after I dropped it on the floor last night, has come back to life. I popped the spare battery in and it started right up. Apparently the problem was the battery, not the camera itself.

That means there will be a Halloween photo album within the next day or two.

Also means that the bums on the street better watch out, because I’ll be out on bum patrol taking pictures to post to the panhandling website.

So now it’s November

All right. Before we get started with last night’s recap and whatever other crap I find to talk about, here are a couple of events I’ve been asked to announce.

– Free food and booze from 5:30-7:00 PM Thursday, November 8 at on the street, which is the Memphis College of Art’s new gallery at 338 S. Main, next door to Raiford’s. Artist Bob Riseling will be on hand to talk about his approach to art, and there will be discounted memberships available to those who want to join Bravo Memphis. RSVP to bravomemphis@hotmail.com by November 7.

– Also, on Monday, November 5 there will be a Mojave/Royer Microphones Listening Session at Ardent Studios, 2000 Madison, presented by the Memphis chapter of The Recording Academy. Hosted by engineers Dusty Wakeman and Jeff Powell. Free food and booze. Space is limited, RSVP to memphis@grammy.com or call 525-1340.

Worked the 4:00 shift yesterday as the Beer Goddess. Notable things that happened while I was at the Saucer:

– Pete was afraid to play a game of pool against me, because he realized that there was a very good chance that he’d get beat by a man in pigtails and a miniskirt.

– What I learned yesterday: Even said jokingly, even said under the guise of a character you’re playing, women will really HATE you if you tell them the Halloween candy they’re eating will turn into cellulite on their ass.

– One of the bartenders had on a bee costume. I asked if she had brothers or sisters who have kids, and she said yes. I pointed out that that made her Aunt Bee.

The gang showed up and about 9:30 we moved on to Big Foot Lodge for their Halloween party. Awesome as always. About midnight they did the costume contest for Most Original and although the voting was extremely close, Mikey and Skippy took the prize (a $300 HD radio) in their Raiford’s costumes.

Then the evening started to suck. I was walking around taking pictures of people, and someone grabbed my arm and the camera fell to the floor. I picked it up and tinkered with it. It took a few more pictures after that, although way more slowly than normal, and then died completely. I decided to go home briefly and try to fix it, and the next thing I knew I woke up on my couch and it was 2:30 in the morning. Apologies to McGuinness and EP’s for not making it to their Halloween parties.

So it looks like my little camera has bitten the dust. That’s a bad thing at this point in time because Mikey and I and a few others had decided to really step up the bum patrols starting today, and now I won’t be able to get pics of them for the Handling-Panhandling forum. And I don’t want to spend several hundred dollars on a new camera until I have regular paychecks coming in from a new job. I could charge it, but I absolutely refuse to use credit cards. I have a camera on my phone, but it isn’t as good.

Tonight: I’ll probably hit the Saucer about 4 and play The Window Game for a few hours, then later in the evening I have a ticket to a private party at EP’s. Purposely skipping lunch today so there’s plenty of room for Chef Michael Patrick’s food.

Not sure if it will remain private all night or open to the public at some point… hope it opens to the public because then I may get to witness the further adventures of Socially Awkward Hot Girl. I went there last Thursday and there was this girl sitting in a chair who just looked SMOKIN’ in the top she had on and a pair of well-fitting jeans. I’m not going to lie, I was drooling, she looked so good. And then she ruined it. She got up and danced. Well, attempted to dance. For some reason ’80s music brings out the worst in people who can’t dance. In just a few seconds she managed to decrease her attractiveness by 99.76%. Please. Don’t. Do. That. Again. It didn’t help that her 3 friends were all excellent dancers, which made her look even worse.

After she finished “dancing” she looked at me for a few minutes, then ran over, mumbled something incoherent except for the word “cake,” then ran away. A few minutes after that she ran back over to me and said, “I’m hot, and you have long wavy hair.” WTF was that? Was that her attempt at a pick-up line or something? What a goofball. That was the most entertaining thing I’ve seen Downtown all year that didn’t involve bums. But then again, she asked me to buy her a shot several times, so I guess it DID involve a bum. Maybe I should upload her picture to the Handling-Panhandling site.

So now it’s November. Seems like from November to February (except around the Christmas season) there’s very little going on. Not sure what I’ll be doing this weekend. There are two excellent bands at the Saucer – West Tennessee Wife Swappers (Friday) and Aquanet (Saturday) – so I’m sure I’ll be there at some point both nights. Kinda feel like sitting at Nate’s upstairs bar at E&H for a while, so I’ll probably wander down that way one night or the other. A run to Raiford’s is always a possibility.

At least there’s one good thing about November… my birthday. Looking at the calendar, I see that it falls on a Sunday Fun Day. Hmmm, that could be interesting. We were discussing the other day how there’s an unusually high number of Scorpios in our group.

You know, it’s funny, but several times a week people ask me, “Are you still teaching at the University of Memphis?” I haven’t taught there since 1999. I guess that’ll always be the job I’m associated with. Of course, I guess I encourage the association. I have my “Professor Paul” nickname on my mug at the Tap Room, my plate at the Saucer, and my Billy Bass at the Fish. It’s the best job I’ve ever had, so I don’t mind if people think I still work there. Sure couldn’t afford to live Downtown if I did though.

Time to hit Publish, make one last attempt at fixing my camera, and head over to Walgreens for discounted Halloween candy.