Summer Hiatus
As business slows, and as I ramp up for the beloved Bar Season (Labor Day through around Valentines Day), the stories become as few and far between as the customers. You may have noticed that I haven't posted so much, and it's because I have little material. Unless you're tending bar in a bikini on a porch with a volleyball court, ain't no bars or bartenders makin' serious money in July and August.
It's just not my time of year, and while I may be loaded at Thanksgiving, I always seem to spend my summers broke. It's such a seasonal business. On the bright side, it's the time of year for concerts, backyard barbeques, and flat, piss-warm church festival beer. I might even take a few days off. If I weren't so broke.
In other lazy days of summer news, I'm torn about the state of the Reds bullpen, but I'm absolutely tortured about Sunday's World Cup match. Being an American, and not being of French or Italian descent, and since both teams refer to themselves as "Blue," I suppose I should give a rip. But it's been a fantastic tournament, and I'm excited for Saturday's third-place match and Sunday's final.
I'm absolutely for Germany over Portugal, but as far as the final goes, there's nothin' left to do but hedge, with a slight edge to France, for calling themselves "bleu" while actually displaying "blue" in their flag... I have a hang-up when it comes to flags.
Allez Les Bleus!
Forza Azzurri!
It is my fervent wish that loads of bartenders worldwide make tons of money this World Cup Weekend, which is probably the best weekend in years for bar folk who work anywhere else but here. Cheers to the Bartenders of the World!
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
It's just not my time of year, and while I may be loaded at Thanksgiving, I always seem to spend my summers broke. It's such a seasonal business. On the bright side, it's the time of year for concerts, backyard barbeques, and flat, piss-warm church festival beer. I might even take a few days off. If I weren't so broke.
In other lazy days of summer news, I'm torn about the state of the Reds bullpen, but I'm absolutely tortured about Sunday's World Cup match. Being an American, and not being of French or Italian descent, and since both teams refer to themselves as "Blue," I suppose I should give a rip. But it's been a fantastic tournament, and I'm excited for Saturday's third-place match and Sunday's final.
I'm absolutely for Germany over Portugal, but as far as the final goes, there's nothin' left to do but hedge, with a slight edge to France, for calling themselves "bleu" while actually displaying "blue" in their flag... I have a hang-up when it comes to flags.
Allez Les Bleus!
Forza Azzurri!
It is my fervent wish that loads of bartenders worldwide make tons of money this World Cup Weekend, which is probably the best weekend in years for bar folk who work anywhere else but here. Cheers to the Bartenders of the World!
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light and
See the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
- U2, "Beautiful Day"
See the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
- U2, "Beautiful Day"
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