Girl: Look at the boobs on that bartender. They're enormous! My boobs aren't big enough ( Read more... )

It's a soggy Wednesday night in New York, and I'm tending bar with Maya. People at the Bar are in a bad mood - not just because of the rain, but because the rain has forced the Yankees to postpone their game against Tampa Bay, in which Andy Pettitte was to return to the pitcher's mound for the Yanks for the first time in four years ( Read more... )

I've been sleeping an awful lot the last few weeks.

I think I'm entitled. I spent nearly a week in the hospital because I let a bad cold become pneumonia, which led to whiplash and a bloody eye. I never knew lying in bed could be so exhausting - not to mention that lack of sleep probably helped put me there in the first place, so who can blame ( Read more... )

It's a chilly Monday evening, and I have the night off from the Bar. I'm expecting a call from Warren, who said he'd call today after his weekend with his kids about when we can get together again. So I plop myself down on the Comfy Couch with my laptop to IM with Nancy while I watch "Heroes" and "What About Brian." Nancy's mention of sushi sets ( Read more... )

Well, I still have my job, which is quite a relief.

Monday I arrive at the Bar about twenty minutes early for my 8-to-close shift, figuring Todd will probably want to talk to me about Saturday night, and of course he does. He gives me a firm talking to in the back room about my responsibility to the Bar, to the customers, to my fellow staff ( Read more... )