It has been quite some time since I last posted. So, I’m not going to make this post about EVERYTHING since then. So I’ll just start with my hot mess of a St. Patty’s Day.
I bartended yesterday at good ol’ Bro J’s and it was absolute madness. I have never in my life served a crowd of that volume and that drunk before. St. Patty’s Day in New York is a city wide event. Irish, German, Japanese, Greek, it didn’t matter. I think everyone and their kids was inebriated yesterday. It’s amazing how one holiday is capable of gathering a bunch of people together, encouraging them to wear green (which I decided looks pretty good on just about everyone), and then drink beer, Jameson, and Irish car bombs all day. By 4pm we were completely out of Guinness and I was dishing out cases of beer to people. The person who invented the festive green BL cans was a straight idiot however. I don’t know how they ever thought it would be easy popping those caps off when serving crowds of people.
I didn’t quite feel on my ’A’ game yesterday, but tried my best to keep a smile on and move fast. Definitely glad I was working with some major vets who probably picked up much of my slack. I may not be the quickest bartender, but I still had a damn good time. And learning more and more each time I work.
One of the best things about bartending, especially on days like yesterday, has to be that we get to have just as much, if not more, fun than everyone who is there drinking. We get the pleasure of having some shots, good conversation, and a spacious bar to do it in. Not a pushy, drunk crowd.
After a solid 9 hours of work, I left from behind the bar. My shoes and socks were soaked and my hair smelled and felt like I had mopped the bar down with it. So the other bartender, waitresses, and I decided it was time for a drink. Not that we hadn’t been doing that all day, but for some reason the effects of the alcohol didn’t quite hit me until I sat down for the first time after being on my feet for 9 hours. After one too many celebratory cocktails, I’m embarrassed to say that my night started to get a little blurry. Needless to say, it didn’ end well.
But I survived. I’m happy to say I made it through my first St. Patty’s Day in New York. I still hate Irish Car Bombs though.
Until next time,