When he’d forget to pick me up from school and I’d intuitively know he was getting another DUI.
What do they mean by “alcohol”? Please be more specific. I want to Google it because I’m sure there are healing properties. But for some reason I don’t and I end up at home. Dry and speechless.
Bros are a complex breed of human. Defined by UrbanDictionary as “partying males who… talk about nothing but chicks and beer, drive a jacked up truck that’s plastered with stickers… [and] obsess over [appearances],” bros are distinctly different from normally defined social cliques.
My life was a mess. It helped to hear a person confront his own mess, a row of fallen dominoes, to the backdrop of such transportive and sad music.
But I want you to know, that I enjoy my job as a bartender. There is a satisfaction in knowing that I took care of someone.
It’s a big world and instead of sulking around missing someone, get out there on life’s big beach with your margarita in hand and enjoy the show.
As a society, I think we’re losing the ability to appreciate being alone. With the constant stream of social media feeding into the palms of our hands and soon, directly into our eyes, we don’t ever have to be truly isolated. Unless we want to.
A good friend of mine just recently moved to another state and doesn’t really know anyone so naturally I suggested she go out, have some good food followed by a drink or two at the bar. That’s cool, casual and normal right? WRONG.
He suggested I meet him for a drink in SoHo; a curious offer on his part, given he didn’t know what I looked like. To be fair, my impression of him was based on icon-sized photos attached to social networking profiles and strings of author bios…
I’ve been a bartender across the country, including New York City, where I saw the best and worst of 4am.