Don’t it make my bright eyes blue, (followed by red and white?) This rave party was the thing to rave about, and we’d not completely kill the lights, as they smack of a bit of darkish neon.

Hey, you have to rave about the rave, and its blue light special. But across those severance walls, but certainly not the halls, gotta get that gonzo but godforsaken tap in gear.
First, the rave party at the Wild Badger the weekend before The Fourth but a prequel, was set with the cool bartenders dressing the part, but wait — not all the dark-mood lights were in place quite yet. So go to it, with the evening beckoning, more bulbs have to be installed.
Mood as in funky and (softly?) tinted purplish lumens, like the shape you’d see Outshining the back-porch kind at a Fourth BBQ, as dusk comes and fireworks too. All around the top of the circular bar. So there was one bartender who stepped up as brave and made the lap, and with rave dress also evoking memories of un-stripped-down Coyote Ugly, which I just saw on late(r)-night TV. (One of her mates appeared too young to catch the joking reference, although I indeed tried). Just had to watch the first one’s step when there was a cash register at the edge or lip of the wooden bar-rail. I offered to lend a hand, but she’s good … I commended her on her litheness, (more on that in a day or two), and style as she rocked it, and added I just might have to run to Wal-Mart, or the closest rave shop, other, in the Cities or that one kinda mega store here — and get a set of full-on black lights as accompaniment.
That second server one had a combo of the longest lashes I’ve seen, and her darker but colorful patterned eyes that will long be remembered, even in The Brave New World of the pandemic, a full half-inch, (more on this trend in subsequent posts). And a third bartender with checkered shorts on most of the colors of the rainbow. Even the deejay got into it with trademark metal-punk gloves of black leather (finger holes?) Interestingly, the only one really dressed down was the shot girl.
But northern-end over, since we need our beer … A single tap line that at its length fought the Badger State culture, briefly. It stuck and for minutes did not deliver through the goods, but for a few free quaffs. But to cure? A bartender friend took the lead, followed by another woman and man, coworkers all, and the former came up with an answer. So how many people does it take to change a tap line. Three? But needed was woman’s touch, or two of them.
But it took just one Badger bartender to change real light bulbs.