PJ poopy not party

Saturday night at the all mighty Crave, we hosted a pajama party. I walk into work at four and immediately have to get on my job...clean this, move this, set this up, change that, put that there, bleh bleh bleh. I do have to admit, the restaurant looks hella good. Probably hotter than I have ever seen it look. We have lounge tables in the main room with your more traditional tables set up in a different arrangement than normal, the room looks bigger and more elegant. There are ropes blocking off the VIP bottle service section. Nice. The formal dining room has some lounge tables and white tables as well, there is also two beds complete with sheer red drapes around them, huge stuffed panthers rest on the beds. Rose pettles and white feathers thinly blanket the ground. martini glasses are host to floating rose candles and are delicately set on each table. Throw blankets and teddy bears comfort you on the lounge tables. Crave looks hot.
Problems: It's a small restauant and we are over staffed. 5 servers could have handled the crowd, we had 8. This means, that none of us get to leave, we are all here until late (4ish this time) and we are BORED. I had three tables. I sold 5 bottles:Grey Goose, Veuve, Ciroc, and Henny. My tips came out to 570 before tip out. I got there at four, worked the whole time, did my portion of the sidework plus and helped close. I made the most. We all split tips, so after we divey everything up, we each walked with 158. Sucks. If we didn't split, I would have walked with 438 dollars. I don't mind splitting, you can't always predict what sections will be good and what not, but the thing that really makes me mad, is that, people don't pull their weight. I worked hard and worked all night, but some people barely did anything, we had servers going to the bars next door durring the shift...while I am making them money. It's not fair, and it's really startign to bug me. I should have made 280 dollars more than I did. That's money I need too.