Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
Man, I love a good party. It’s probably why I became a bartender. I was a bartender for many years, and I guess you could say I was the host of the party. The bar was my party. I controlled the alcohol, so I guess you could say I was the host. My weapon of choice was a Long Island Iced Tea. All the clear alcohols, a splash of coke and sweet and sour mix. I also had the cab company on speed dial. It was fun. In fact, bartending inspired me to build a bar in my town house. The bar was complete with top shelf alcohol, well alcohol, and a fridge gutted to hold a keg of beer. We had beer on tap 24/7. My neighbor hated me. I think I told you this before, but they always called the cops on us. One day we had had enough, and we just happened to have a very large Roman candle in our closet. We fired the small missile at him. He dover for the ground and the whole apartment lit up with red white and blue fireworks. It’s amazing we didn’t burn the place down. Oh yeah, the cops didn’t like us either.
I’ve got lots of stories about parties, but I won’t go into it. We’d be here a long time. I’ve got stories like dancing on bars in Paris; finding open taps of beer in Antigua; parties in Japan; Man, they should donate my liver to the Smithsonian. Anyway, it was a lot of fun. Here’s a cartoon I did of a time I went to Normandy. It was a good party.
Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice