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When I was the barback, I came downstairs to pull up beer on a Friday or a Saturday night. On my way to the cooler, I saw an old man who I knew didn’t work here or belong here and I ran upstairs to tell everyone. They all came downstairs to check it out and see if we had to throw somebody out, and there was nobody down there when we all got back down. Turns out, it looked a lot like the guy who used to run the barbershop that was in the basement who died in the mid-80’s.
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I’ve been here for about three years. I started here because I needed a second job to make some extra money for Christmas, and I had a friend (“Lunchbox”) who was working here at the time. I hired in as barback, and within the first 10 minutes of my first night I told Oz that if he ever needed someone to bartend, I wanted to do it!!! I had my nickname in the first hour, and for a long time I was Beaker “the guy with the sideburns.” It took about two or three months, but finally a spot opened up on the floor. I promptly went out and kicked the floor staff’s asses for about a month and then I was put behind the bar full time. I’ve been there ever since. For my favorite bartender show, I don’t really have a favorite. Some days “Boys are Back in Town” is the most fun, sometimes it’s “Great Balls of Fire,” and sometimes I have the most fun doing “Hippy Hippy Shake.” My favorite event, I would have to say, is “Greased Lightning” because I get to say “get lots of tit” and “pussy wagon.” Dirty words are fun!
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