On Friday as I opened my bar at 8:00 as usual, my phone rang. It was my friend Pamela. "Look at the moon!" she bade. I walked around the bar and tapped Taylor, one of my favorite regulars and the first one in the bar, who had just told me about a fight he had had with Matt, another regular and Taylor's good friend. I'd never known the two to fight ( Read more... )

So what do you want to be when you grow up? I ask myself this question constantly. I ask it of my friends. I ask it of my parents, age 70. I ask it of you ( Read more... )

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On that beguiling note, I'm off. Come see me at 700 Club (700 Burgundy) tonight and/or tomorrow from 9p 'till at least 4a.

Text I received a little after midnight on Tuesday - technically half an hour into 17 June: Think I'm gonna stay in tonight. Love u. Happy anniversary!I read this text disparagingly to many of my bar patrons, prefaced with a, "This is from my useless husband. Who lives, I might add, all of 50 feet from the bar, and it's just 12:00 ( Read more... )

The good part is that I will write about things before I go to bed when things are still fresh in my mind.

The bad part is that it's 5:30am and I'm kinda buzzed; both of these facts may impact the [ahem] quality [ahem] of my writing, but at least I'm still sober and awake enough to know when to use a semicolon, so it can't all be bad. At ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if this is regression or progress. One side of the coin says you can't go back to a profession which you burned out on. The flip side reminds me in acute, painful angles that I'm not doing anything and have no source of income.

Anyway, it's temporary. For now.

I'm working three graves (9p to at least 4a) a week at 700 Club throughout ( Read more... )

I won't say I'm back in it, but I did have a moment of peaceful revelation yestiddy afternoon ( Read more... )