The New Job

It doesn't really matter where you go. It could be a the local dive bar on the corner, the mega dance club in the city, the college bar next to campus, or an upscale bar at a fine dining restaurant. There's always a common thread that runs through each of these customers, and every bartender is going to have a preconcieved notion about every person who walks up and orders a drink.

I've found that true as I've started my employement at a place so different than the bars I'd normally found myself behind in Athens. Regardless, I still think that you're a little different and strange for coming to a bar by yourself to order drinks and watch the sports channel. I wonder what your story is. I want to know why, for example, it was so important that you rushed in to the bar in the middle of the day, ordered a Captain and Coke, downed it in less than a minute, and then rushed out. Why? I wonder about the older guy who was at the bar buying drinks for literally any girl within a 15 foot radius of him (and I mean any girl), and finished his night off by buying a $135 dollar bottle of wine (which he graciously let me sample). Did he really need to get laid that badly than running up a $350 tab was necessary? Did he actually get laid? Who's to know.

My new adventure, so far, seems to simply be an excercise in human behavior with a little bit of booze thrown in. It's a far cry from Athens where it was an excercise in how much booze could one person consume without passing out or dying. I can't say I'm disappointed so far, but I may have to find another angle to look for while I try to make this blog interesting again.