What a beautiful Saturday. Warm enough to enjoy it, cool enough for a coat to still be necessary. The sun is shining–I’m sitting on my porch and the rays are coming down perfect between the two houses across the street.

Bartending at the BBT–a great success. I had my first night working there–bands that played: The Angry Francis and Didi Mau. Not so into The Angry Francis, but I really enjoyed Didi Mau. They had a style that reminded me of The Minutemen. There is nothing like working with live music present. No matter how tired you are, no matter how busy it gets, you have a rhythm to work with.I enjoy jobs in the service industry–I like the off-cuff smalltalk and I like going from one to the next, this level that level. That is the beauty of communication–it differs from one person to the next. I think it’s kind of funny to fill drink orders too. Some like the fancy, some just want beer. Beer and beer and beer. Keep them coming. Order one for him, and him. Four shots of Jaeger. You want a shot? Okay one shot for him too. One fellow ordered the following: “4 shots of Jaeger, a Snake Bite, and one more shot of Jaeger for that fat guy at the end of the bar.”

One thing I do not enjoy? The Drink Tax. It is a pain in the ass to factor in for every single bottle of beer served. Sure it’s an easy 10% but it’s still a pain in the ass and no one is happy about it, especially the bar owners. For the most part, customers are empathetic. For the most part, they still tip solid–a very, very good thing. Every customer has their own idea of what to do with a picture of Dan Onorato, too.

Clean up went quick after closing, and I declined the free drinks to walk home at just after three in the morning. Quiet and perfect–the bar and music and noise behind me, sudden now a memory, and once in bed I could not sleep for another hour. My fingers still kind of twitching, drink prices dancing in my head. Time well spent on a Friday night. Good choice.