After four nights in Columbus last week I had a meltdown of the "I can't stand this freaking hotel room and the club being dead any longer" and came home on Friday--missing the weekend wntirely. I am sick of traveling for now and am checking out a club that's a more reasonable 25 minutes away from home. I'm willing to make less money in return for being closer to home.

This place is tiny tiny tiny. And it has a jukebox, the first club I've ever worked in with one. It's different. I hope it works out; I would really love nothing more than to be able to work closer to home.