The Kid in the Ticket Window

 

Hey great website!

 

It would be great to set up some kind of message board for those of us who would like to chat about the good ole days! 

I for one grew up at the Cabaret...literally. 

 

My Uncle Chuck was the manager of the Chestnut and I started working the ticket window and coat room just prior to turning fifteen years old.  When I turned eighteen I could finally serve alcohol and became a waitress and then a bartender. Tommy's shows were always my favorite! Not only was the music amazing and the crowd great, but I usually made a lot of tip money those nights :o) 

I think back to those days often. Tommy was always so nice to me...the kid in the ticket window!  One night I accidentally gave someone the wrong change and I came up $40 short at the end of the night.  I was soooo upset until Tommy came over asked what was wrong and gave me $40. 

 

I bet he doesn’t even remember that!

Recently I went to the Rusty Nail to see Tommy for the first time in almost eight years.  He was, as usually, awesome...forever the performer.  What surprised me however was that he remembered me!!!  He saw me and my father from across the bar and came over to us immediately.  To say I was impressed would have been an understatement. 

Thanks Tommy for making an otherwise ordinary teenager the coolest girl in school!

Stacey