Yesterday was truly a L-O-N-G (excuse the pun) day for yours truly. For starters, it was Tuesday, which means double duty day. So going in I was prepared for a long day on my feet. I wasn't sure how I would be able to cope with a pretty sore foot, but with the mind focused on the task at hand and a bottle of Motrin in pocket, I was prepared to deal the best way possible.
I was told over the weekend that I should expect a few nurses to drop by in the afternoon; One of their colleagues was celebrating his last day on the job before moving on to another destination, so there would be a "gathering of a few friends" to say goodbye. Now when I was told that there would be "a few", I expected perhaps, four or five people, tops. Little did I know that the group would number about twenty very-lively nurses, all bent on getting drunk and buck-wild.
Now I love the hostesses of this soiree; I've been friends with them for about two years now. One nurse (H.) is originally from Louisiana while her best friend/roommate (J.) is from Arizona. They moved here as traveling nurses and ended up as roommates. They stumbled upon the bar soon after they moved into the neighborhood and the rest is history. Great girls, they party hard, let me tell you. And on top of that, they are hot as shit without being pretentious about it (which makes them even hotter in my book).
Back to the "party". Now everyone started trickling in at about 12:30-ish and immediately jumped into the fray by doing Jager Bombs. A positive sign that this was going to be a long afternoon. As the nurses started to trickle in, the drinks started flowing fast and furious and MR. TANQUERAY and myself just looked at each other in stunned disbelief. These girls were putting the drinks away like it was nobody's business...I kept myself busy by slinging drinks, cleaning up the mess and tending to their every need, whle MR. T. kept himself busy by swatting flies (a known annoyance in the bar for him and I). The nurses kept the drinks flowing until about 4:30pm, when they began to slowly filter off- some to go on to another venue, others, to go home for a quick nap before reporting to work.....believe it or not! They definately made the afternoon.
By 5pm, my foot started to throb so I took a Motrin hit (which, incidently, did no good whatsover). As I preppped the bar for the evening dollar draft rush, I couldn't help but to worry about the AC situation. It was hot, humid and dank outside and I couldn't help but to wonder how long our system would last. It had been running all day (I alternated the system from AC to fan, just to prolong and preserve the system), and it was just a matter of time before it would run itself into the ground.
Every week I try to prepare for the dollar draft rush as best as I can, putting out extra mugs, making sure that there is enough beer in the kegs so that I don't have to worry about tapping a new keg in mid-rush, etc.; However, it seems that you can never fully prepare for the unexpected. By 6pm I get slammed with an all-out rush. Now I have no problems with slinging mugs-I think I can keep up with the kids as well as the next guy; however, my downfall is usually trying to keep up with replenishing the mugs. There is that time (usually between 6-6:45) where you'll get that rush and you get so busy pouring beers that you don't have time to run out from behind the bar and collect empty mugs to clean them and reuse them. As a result, you end up running out of mugs and while you are trying to collect, clean, etc...everyone is standing there with their hands in the air, motioning for more beers...you definately break a sweat.
There is a rush that comes with it though, that feels great. It's hard to explain, but I like it.
Now it's 7pm. I am finally out from behind the bar and now at my other post, manning the door. Now my foot is throbbing like an accelerated heartbeat, it's muggy as all hell, and on top of that, I'm dealing with underaged interns with sob stories about leaving their ID at home or at the office. WTF???? Thankfully my faithful barback, THE RUNNING MAN looks out for me by hitting me with a couple of bottles of Gatorade, which calms me down and helps to cool me off.
We get a pretty good hit for DOLLAR DRAFT MADNESS, but by then, my fears are realized as the AC unit starts to fade. I guess the combination of an overworked system and the crowd of sweaty fraterns (frats + interns) made for a very uncomfortable room. The plus side to that is the uncomfortable feeling acts as a balancer for the bar in that eventually some people will leave b/c they can't take the heat and that thins out the bar a bit. So while the bar will have moments of crowdedness, it ultimately will never be too crowded.
We had ourselves a celebrity sighting during the course of the evening as one of the members of the rap group KID N' PLAY hung out at the bar last night.
Now I always forget who's KID and who's PLAY, but in this case, it was the light-skinned guy with the rather high hair cut. At least he did back then (he's sporting a more-managable afro now). He came in to check out the baseball games and chilled out at the bar. A few of the customers recognized him and engaged in conversation with him and he seemed pretty friendly. He hung out until the end of the Yankees game and left soon afterwards.
During the course of the evening I came across a trio of British babes who were giddy with delight that we had dollar drafts. Out of boredom, I happend to ask them about the JUDE LAW incident. For those of you out of the loop, JUDE LAW (a famous Brit actor) apparently cheated on his fiance with his child's nanny. He confessed to his dirty deed to the public media and of course, his fiance gave him the boot. I asked them (out of curiosity) if they would have kicked him to the curb if they were in her shoes....two of the three said that they would forgive him while the third one (the cutest one, ironically) said that she wouldn't give him another chance. That being said, I present the same question to the ladies of the blog: IF YOU FOUND OUT JUDE LAW WAS CHEATING ON YOU WITH THE NANNY, WOULD YOU KICK HIM TO THE CURB OR GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE? What if he wasn't famous? What if he was just a regular guy, would it make a difference? Discuss amongst yourselves...
Toward the end of the evening (well past midnight), I could feel myself hitting "the wall". I felt drained due to the oppressive heat/humidity but was startled by the loud shreeking of a young lady. It seems that this young lady was upset because some guy was hitting on her friend. She somehow found out that this guy had a girlfriend and took offense to the fact that he still tried to pick up her friend. So she made it a point to scream at him so that the whole bar could hear. "YOU ASSHOLE! THAT'S WHY I HATE MEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND IS TRYING TO HIT ON MY FRIEND! HOW COULD YOU!" The guy's obviously embarassed, the girl's friend is mortified, and we are laughing hysterically. What a way to end the night. And after all that, we finally closed shop, I went home and took a long, cool, much needed shower.... *sigh*
Tonight is IPOD NIGHT. Bring your IPOD, sign up for a time slot and let your tunes flow for all to hear! $3 HEINEKEN/AMSTEL LIGHT drafts for all, $5 MIXED WELL DRINKS for the LADIES all night long! And yes, HOOTERGIRL will be behind the stick tonite!
NUFF SAID
6 comments:
kick him to the curb. that's just the one the fiance KNOWS about...if he's cheating with the nanny, he's cheating with others.
the phrase "fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me" springs to mind here. why should he get another chance? another chance to be dishonest? actions speak louder than words and his true character was screaming with a megaphone. i also don't think him being a celeb should have any bearing on the decision; fame doesn't negate accountability....well, at least it shouldn't. unfortunately it does tend to...especially in politics.
We are talking about Sienna Miller here....I think a 23 year old extremely good looking actress who has a very succesful career can find someone who will not cheat on her, and quite frankly she desreves a real man who can value committment. Kick his his little British bitch-ass to the curb!
Hey if homeboy is smooth enough to woo her back, then a pound for him, she's dumber than she looks. Personally, I thought the dude was gay myself.
does kid (or play) still have that STUPID haircut or was that just an 80's thing?
I think the Swan Father made it clear that he was sporting a new afro, no?
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