Bartending is a lot like Catholicism in the age of Martin Luther’s reformation. One of the issues Martin Luther had with the church is that Catholics could purchase indulgences in order to avoid punishment from God. Tips in a bar are a form of indulgences. Big tippers get away with far more than bad tippers, [...]
I admit it. I drank too much last night. Since I’ve been working in a bar, my alcohol consumption is far lower than it was when I was patronizing/living in said bar. I wasn’t an amateur by any means. I ate two dinners, but for some reason I couldn’t measure my buzz to alcohol consumption [...]
I’m sure music fans will be up in arms when they read this title. I really have nothing against the music festival in Indio, except that it sucks twenty-thousand white people out of the westside. And like the Republican party, white people are an Irish Pub’s base. I have no problem with black people, it’s [...]
I remember going with my Dad to see Fernando Valenzuela pitch opening day in 1981. It was the first of many consecutive shut outs and the beginning of Fernado-mania. I have fond memories of Dodger games. I’m not much of a baseball fan, but I’m happy to hang out with my friends on a sunny [...]
No, this isn’t a condemnation of religion. I mean no offense to Judas, Pontius Pilate, Jesus, or even Mel Gibson. It’s just that the night celebrated as Good Friday turned out to be horrible. I presume it’s just Spring Break and not the beginning of the end, but it seems like every decent tipper in [...]
I’ve never really understood Passover for more reasons than I can explain here. But my college friend Rachel “I betcha can’t wait, Rachie” was in town from New York and invited me to Seder and I couldn’t say no. Rachie got her nickname when she was at the movies with her brother and grandparents. Rachie [...]
There are a number of factors which help us succeed, but having live music is one of the biggest. Friday was noteworthy for two reasons: 1) it was my first shift behind the bar since happy hour was cut from eight o’ clock to seven, and 2) a band I hadn’t seen on the schedule [...]
It’s Gator’s birthday today, so yesterday I went to buy him a gift. At some point in my friendships, I usually gift a copy of The Alchemist by Paul Coelho. (For a book that I’ve bought so many times, for so many, I really can’t remember what it’s about. If memory serves, some kid fucks [...]