Yes You can date the bartender

Yes You can date the bartender

I bartend in a high-end strip club in Manhattan. 9’s or higher in high heels walking around….naked. Mirrors and poles floor to ceiling. Dom Perignon Rose Champagne. Electric Blue lighting. And, of course, thirsty, very thirsty, dudes (in more ways than one). And while there’s a profound variety of gentlemen...

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The Bender

The Bender

Benders. They’re loads of fun when you’re in the process of alcohol overindulgence….but the post affects could cost you a lot of money, severe headaches, loss of appetite and sanity. Not to mention alcohol ridden 24 sweat beads and the leafy shakes. Friday night. It’s dead….and I’m looking at some...

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Thanks for Oversharing

Thanks for Oversharing

A solitary drinker sits at the end of the bar, and with a nod and a grunt, signals for his third beer. All around him, people are talking, playing pool, singing to the jukebox, making out. There’s nothing on TV, and he’s not really watching it anyway. What’s this guy...

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When in Rome

When in Rome

When in Rome “Her Smile, I’m sure, burnt Rome to the ground” Russell Crowe walks through the rusted, squeaking doors into the punishing sunlight. Under the weight of thousands of hard, staring faces, he barrels headfirst into an ironclad group of adversaries intent on gutting him, and in less than...

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Pride and Nemesis

Pride and Nemesis

Pride and nemesis A cook, a Slut, and an egomaniac walk into a bar….. Do you ever wonder why Yelpers are so angry all the time? Why a bad dining experience can ruin your day worse than waiting in line at the DMV, or having a root canal? Have you...

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Back to my Future

Back to my Future

Back to My Future A Bartender’s prospects I’m not young anymore. I’m not dead either, but let’s just say that if I were a chicken, I’d be headed to the stew pot sooner rather than later. As far as stereotypical lifetime achievements are concerned, I’d say I’m hitting all of...

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Why I don’t Steal

Why I don’t Steal

stly, my life is a rollercoaster of compulsory self-deprivation punctuated by short periods of unreasonable overindulgence. As a career bartender, I make a good living practicing a trade that requires lots of skill, but no formal education. I have no debt, and I pay my rent in cash. However, thereality of working for tips means that any minor miscalculation leaves me eating...

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