8    :    5    0   P   M WINNING SMILE Soon after I took over, a guy in a suit came in alone and sat at the bar. He ordered one of Orchard's famed martinis and started up a conversation. He was in the music business, he said, and his name was Brad, nice to meet you. "I'm Celeste," I said. Ha. (phoebe://confessional mode: ON) Alright, this brings up a very interesting issue. One wants to be tipped based on, what? personality, ability to make a good drink, maybe a winning smile. What difference would the sexiness or lack thereof of my attire make? Of course I know that's a lot of bollocks. I'll get good tips from guys if they think I'm a fox, I know that's the stupid equation. Hey, if I'm doing this for the cash I might as well make as much as I can, right? Anyway, to that end, I wore my lucky blue vinyl pants.