I worked the graveyard shift, slept for four hours, and returned to work a half shift in the afternoon. After I got home from work, I showered and hit the bar to have a few beers with some old friends.
One of my upstairs neighbors waits tables at the bar. She’s a very charming young woman, and for the life of me, I could never remember her name. I asked one of the old bartenders, “Pat, what’s the name of the Monaghan girl with the red hair and glasses? She lives upstairs from me, and I can never remember her name.” Maureen. Say it three times so you’ll remember it: Maureen Maureen Maureen. Maureen.
Also on the bar staff front, one of the barbacks grew a “young guy beard” and is now tending bar- I introduced myself and congratulated him on his promotion. Kevin, who is studying at John Jay School of Criminal Justice, is the son of Jimmy, one of the other bartenders, who I met about twenty years ago when he was tending bar at Glocca Morra on 3rd Ave and 23rd St. Do I spend too much time in bars? Maybe…
The bar band was great- they were a cover band, but with a twist… they played mashups. Hilarious concept, great execution. I actually cleared the dance floor dancing with a very attractive woman about twenty years younger than me. Good moves, good comic timing- I like to “bust” goofy dance moves, like pantomiming casting with a fishing rod and “reeling” my partner in, and she was able to match me trope for trope. We kept the crowd well entertained.
I don’t know how I made it to 2AM, and my knees are feeling a bit creaky (I can still go like the Energizer bunny, but the recovery takes a lot longer).
Got up around noon and drank a half gallon of water to mitigate the aftereffects of Too Much Fun. I’m now plotting my next move, which may be limited to taking a stroll in the park to take advantage of the pristine weather.