These two didn't make the top ten because they are way bigger than that. Let me just say you should never underestimate the power of an accent. I've always been a HUGE fan of the Boston accent. Probably relates back to my marriage and painful divorce from Marky Mark - but that's a story for another day. Three lovely men came in and sidled on up to my bar. They opened their mouth and dear Lord, I melted. Three of the smoothest, most charming southern accents I have ever heard. Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am. I just might take you up on that, ma'am (referring to my offer of the Big Bopper Ice Cream Delight).

Sigh, I'm just saying.

Then there was the guy from Australia. My turrets kicked in - which I might add is happening a lot lately AND it's not from the happy pills (i ran out 3 weeks ago) - and I blurted out "WHERE ARE YOU FROM". He said something that sounded like "Stration" and I nooded and said "Oh, wow." When he left he thanked us and I heard more if the intriguing Scotish-Irish-English accent. Miss L looks at me and says "Where did he say he was from?" Normally I would have just lied and made something up but soldier from Commerce was there and he had listened to the whole conversation. I confessed that I didn't understand at all what he had said except "Stration". Commerce laughs and then says "Australia". Which doesn't explain the Scottish I thought I heard but whatever.

Accents = Hotness.

Okay here's the Top Ten:

10. Funny soldiers are so great. Especially the ones that share my sense of humor and make bantering back and forth so fun and easy.

9. A-Rods brother was in da' club tonight. Okay, perhaps it wasn't A-Rods real brother but I challenge you to try to tell them apart.

8. Note to self: Remember to take name tag off when wondering around the airport. Because it is wrong to have people stop you and ask for directions. And it is especially wrong when you tell them to go the wrong way.

7. Sweet little army boy from Commerce - by boy I mean adult, but just barely - talking about how his love for wrestling grew into something more real for Mixed Martial Arts. I'm going out on a limb here but I believe he doesn't know a rear naked choke from his a$$ but he was sweet for trying to make conversation.

6. A-Rods brother and I both shouted when one of the fighters on WCL got knocked out. We bonded. Totally.

5. Uncomfortable Moment of the Night: Soldier asks me to change the channel to news. While scrolling the channels he asked me to go back to a program related to the war in the Middle East. Really? You want to watch that? Here? Now? Note: This guy also asked for and drank a glass of plop-plop fizz-fizz...

4. After waiting for oh TWENTY MINUTES for a team lead to show up I had to call the USO and ask for someone to please come out and escort me. I can't wait to get my badge.

3. I enthusiastically overfed two hungry looking boys - okay this time they really were adults - because they were my first customer in 10 minutes. They loved it. Especially the tastey Big Bopper.

2. My hand suffers from frost bite. This is due to the fact that the drink cooler was broke and we decided to use a cooler instead of the sink. Note to self: Next time, use the sink.

1. Okay, so I watched a soldier ask a volunteer if he could call her later. Last night if I had posted it I would have been back on my soap box of moral highroad - hypocrite that I am - but I talked to judgemental Tiffany and I now picture his wife having an affair and he's on the rebound. Poor baby. Seriously though, picking up a volunteer. Come on now. However this didn't seem to bother me last week with the Hot Army Guy and Miss J. Probably because HAG hadn't previously shared pics of his kids. Just sayin'.

It was a busy night at da' club and I was more than a little pissy that the internet watching volunteer at the front desk couldn't get off perez to help with the rush but it's that happy time of the month for me and butterflies piss me off right now.

Next week I'm working 5-9 - yay for me. Not. 4th shift volunteer got angry (probably a strong word) with me because I said when I worked 4th I had a lot of time on my hands. Because really, after 7 we had like 10 people come in and out. Of course I can make a good time out of anything so I had lots of stories to share from that night but I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna go all defensive if a 2nd shifter busts me down on how busy 3rd shift isn't...because after last week I know it's truth.

Until next time...saving the world, one volunteer hook up at a time...