"Debra, have you ever thought about writing songs ( Read more... )

"Do you even remember the Eighties?" Warren asks me. We're watching a recent episode of "The Americans" from our DVR.

"I have some vague memories of the 1988 presidential election. I remember thinking Gary Hart was really dreamy."

"You weren't the only one, unfortunately." I smile and adjust under his arm for a closer snuggle. "You really think ( Read more... )

"Hey, are you new? I don't remember seeing you before ( Read more... )

"Did you know that we can take a tax deduction for the cost of renewing our liquor license?" Vince asks, sifting through a stack of last night's receipts ( Read more... )

November 12, 2012"So you don't bartend anymore, but you still work for bars?" Ryan asks, twirling spaghetti with his fork and spoon in exactly the same way his father does ( Read more... )

McCroskey: Jacobs, I want to know absolutely everything that's happened up 'til now.
Jacobs: Well, let's see. First the Earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes-Benzes.
October 22, 2012If someone told me to meet them at "that ( Read more... )

The day Warren and I got married, this story was in the program our friends and family received:
A poor Polish Jew named Isaac, from the Kazimierz section of Krakow, had a dream about a treasure hidden near the Charles Bridge in Prague. He immediately set out for the distant city, where he found the bridge filled with soldiers ( Read more... )

There are sensations in this world to which I will never grow accustomed, no matter how often I experience them: Turbulence during an airplane flight when we’re already in a pitched turn. Biting into an apple and finding that part of it spoiled ( Read more... )

Thursday afternoon at the Pub isn't particularly busy, so I spend a few minutes opening the mail I grabbed on my way out of the apartment. One larger envelope catches my eye immediately, since it was originally sent to me at the Bar's address and someone forwarded it. I rip it open, and the tell-tale tissue paper reveals that it's a wedding ( Read more... )

It's late afternoon Sunday, and I'm on my way to the Bar for a 6-to-2 shift when the sky seems to get nine shades darker in about two minutes. There was no rain in the forecast, I think to myself, and then I think, I didn't actually look at the forecast. I was eating bagels, drinking mimosas, and watching the first few innings of the Yankees-Reds ( Read more... )