
Just the perfect blendship!

After over a year of unemployment I'd taken a stop gap job at the caterer I've been bartending for, as their staff coordinator. They've said directly that they are grooming me for further management positions and possibly sales. All was fine and dandy. good hours, good pay, alas no benefits, so I was still sweating bullets without health care.
this past Saturday evening was spent on a jolly spree. Well maybe jolly is overreaching, but imbibing was done. I found myself free and downtown late in the day with a distinct loathing to return home as normal. Having spent more than enough nights reclining on my davenport with a cable control close at hand, I opted to step out for a drink. Alas a series of quick calls through my cell phone's contacts list proved that I was to be drinking alone. To make it interesting I adapted the following game plan: I would visit a bar and leave only when I became annoyed by whatever company I encountered.
Bar two: Small neighborhood joint, I know the bartender from the gym. Within two minutes of striking up conversation, the patron on my left confesses to attending smokers anonymous, alcoholic's anonymous, survivors of incest anonymous and codependent's anonymous. Ummm, I left.
Bar Four: My usual drinking hole. THE END, We're two gin & tonics and two glasses of Shiraz in at this point and it did not end there.
And of course Kitty Carlisle Hart was impeccably correct in removing the morsel from her mouth with her fork, rather than the much more common and vulgar "spit take"....
