Of Super Bowl Halfime Shows
U2, February 2002. There wasn't a dry eye in the house after Bono ripped open his jacket to reveal Old Glory.
It takes a lot to make a bartender emotional.
Of Bars, Booze, and Bartending - Proving "Coughlin's Law" Invalid Since Feb '05
U2, February 2002. There wasn't a dry eye in the house after Bono ripped open his jacket to reveal Old Glory.
Humor me...
While walking to work, I stumbled upon a shiny object, and, being human, picked it up. Turned out to be a homemade DVD of some sort, titled, "Oil Dat Fat Ass Up." I shit you not.
But honestly, my new clientèle? Not so terribly interesting. Going to have to work on that. Maybe once they warm up to me a little? This blog sucks without stories, and makes work so much more like, well, work! I got into this business for the money, I stayed with it for the camaraderie of a professional kitchen, and the ever-changing cast of characters.
Wow, I forgot how much bartending makes my feet hurt. Ouch. They're practically throbbing right now. Much like the pain of childbirth (I'm only guessing here), it's one of those parts that escapes the mind when you decide to, you know, do it again. Hey, at least it's just a little part-time giggy-thing this time around. I think I can hang.