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A few
weeks ago, Grant, Lorelei, Emma and myself were in the LES looking for
a nice, quiet bar where we could sit down and get a few drinks and actually
hear our voices over the jukebox. After ducking our heads into a few
ridiculously packed places, we stumbled on a deserted Irish bar called
Iggy's Keltic Lounge. We sat at a table, had a few rounds and left later
that night.
Two
weeks later, I got an email from the bartender there. Turns out she
recognized me because she reads this site. She was going to say something
to me the night I was there but she "felt like a stalker because
she knew all my friend's names." She told me that the bar we were
at has "Guest Bartending Nights" and asked if I wanted to
guest bartend. She further explained, "Basically, you invite all
your friends to come and then you get them wasted."
Neither Grant nor I had ever tended bar before in our lives. We arrived
a little before 8pm for some "basic training" from Bret.
If you look carefully at Grant's cheeks, you'll see the joke facial
hair he grew special for night. (Yeah, it's a little patchy, I know.
But if you squint a bit it looks filled in).
Grant's (who's from the UK and shouldn't have a problem with Irish accents)
struggles to decipher this guy's drink order without getting a punch
in the eye.
Jenny and Jamie (the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Kijowski)
Good thing we both wore bras that night, otherwise all of tips Jen Crowe
kept stuffing down our shirts would of just fallen on the floor.
Malachi and Sarah. (Malachi has since stopped wearing that hat and now
instead wears a t-shirt that reads "Please Kick My Fucking Ass.")
John Craven, Grant and Fatty. (Fatty pulls that face everytime a camera
comes out, he just can't help it. He was telling us that when his brother's
wedding pics came back he got yelled at because he was doing that face
in every single pic he was in. hahaha).
Tiffany and Tara.
Tyler, Ericka, Grant and Brett
Grant proudly displays his very own drink creation, The SweetTart.
Brett, intially impressed, asked him:
"What's in the SweetTart?"
Grant: "A shot of Amaretto
mixed with sour mix."
Brett:
"Oh. Actually, that's called an Amaretto Sour."
Grant (picking up a random bottle and adding
a splash): "There! Now it's a SweetTart."
Philip, Amanda,
Me, Fon-Lin and Chris.
Cah-cah-cra-zee Alyssa in the house, y'all! (Run! Hide!)
All three of us (that's Bret over there on the right) in bartending
action! Yahtzee!
Marco, Vin and his "teen beav" girlfriend (*Insert mp3 of
Winger's "She's Only Seventeen" here *gasp!*), Allison.
Amanda and me.
Philip and his rockin' rhinestone "PUD" belt.(Egads! He's
been BeDazzled™!)
Tiff, Tiff's co-worker (I think), and Orea.
As we gave out more and more drinks, we tried to start an "everybody
show your tits" wave across the bar. I guess we were the only ones
drunk enough to fall for it.
Clearly, none of them are showing their tits.
Apparently, I was spending too much time fraternizing with the guests,
so I got demoted to bar-back. Here's me cleaning glasses. Oh, the humiliation.
Cee-Ay (Crazy Alyssa) and Jenny.
Special Guest Commentary from Grant Stoddard
via IM: "As we learned early on, the main perk of bartending
is having total control of the juke box *and* full license to play air
guitar along to the metal anthems you select."
(Major bonus points taken away from whoever took this pic and managed
to almost crop me completely out while I'm making what looks like it
could've been the best "metal face" I've ever pulled. Curse
you!)
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