The day after Thanksgiving tends to be a let down in the bar business. I guess since the day before is one of the busiest and the day of most people consume more food and alcohol than many sub-Saharan cities do in a month. My Dad asked if I wanted to get back to work [...]
D.I.N.K. – Double Income No Kids. This acronym preceded N.I.M.B.Y. and followed Yuppie. It was pretty much an offshoot of two Yuppies who chose not to have kids. Here in Palm Springs, I believe the restaurant name refers to gay couples without kids. This is a clever name, appealing to Palm Springs massive gay population. [...]
Judging from business, we should book Chanteuse, The Night of the Sirens, every night of the week. For those who remember, when the Sirens played last month the place blew up. It appears that lightning can strike twice. I came in at six on Sunday to see the remains of Hurricane Kickball. Turns out the [...]
It was set for Saturday, November 22nd. Forty-five years to the day after J.F.K. was shot. Coincidence? Mos def! Never one to be content to wait until the actual event, I asked Nicole several days before what it would be about. She replied, “You’ll find out at the meeting.” I guess lower-middle management is on [...]
American hooligans, like our beer, are watered down versions of their British counterparts. I had no idea there were even hooligans, soccer supporters, in our country. But with the Major League Soccer cup on Sunday at the Home Depot Center, I found out that there is such a thing. Friday started off slow to dead. [...]
No, this isn’t an exhortation for you, my beloved readers, to take pen to paper. It’s an actual quote from an e-mail from my father. I’m not sure it qualifies as an e-mail since the entire communication took place in the subject line. (That and it’s all in capitals are both pet peeves of mine.) [...]
I’ll keep this brief. I don’t want to bore you. I got to work on Sunday. My boss was sitting at a table with a couple of regulars watching the Dallas game. It was good times until Douchey Douchenstein showed up. A colleague once commented that Douchey is the most boring man on earth. Now [...]
I hate setting my alarm on Saturday. I love to sleep as late as possible. There’s something about the act of setting the alarm which causes me to get up before it goes off. I had plans to see Quantum of Solace at the Dome at noon with Megan and David. I got up, showered [...]
I had one thing to do before work. Julie, the old ball and chain, was getting her eyes dilated, so I had to pick her up from her appointment and take her home. Julie and Mary do so much for me that giving Julie a lift is the least I can do. Julie offered to [...]
I apologize to my readers for not having written for so long. I’m lazy. I really wanted to write about getting an “A” this week; but, alas, it wasn’t to be. For those who don’t know, after we got shut down, we got a “B” from the health department. Sometime on Sunday, someone, kick ball [...]