glassplayground 
Member since Mar 19, 2011


Bartender, writer, occasional shag for my ex known as the film industry. You'll find me around town.

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Resisting the urge to start drinking early.

Updated on March 19, 2011 at 3:48 PM

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Re: “The Bartender Chronicles

As a bartender you eventually reach a point of saturation where no amount of piss, shit, blood and puke will phase you anymore. Your nostrils pucker, you let out a practiced sigh that is intended as much to clear your breathing passages of any airborne filth as it is to show disdain, and then you get the bucket. The human body can do amazing, terrible things and when those terrible things happen to you or on you, the worst part is realizing that in no small way this is your fault, and then you add someone to the list of people who can't hold their alcohol and who must be watched with vigilance.

Fights are a little different. When you run a bar, your regulars become like family. There's the brother you wish you had, the annoying but completely lovable sister, the alcoholic aunt or uncle and without fail, there's always idiot cousin. Your idiot cousin is that stupid fucking hipster. The last time he threw something like a punch was by pressing down on the right thumbstick while playing Call of Duty, but he talks big and he's so certain that he'll win a fight strictly because he's never been in a real one. For reference; when two hipsters hit each other once, yell a little bit and then walk away from the party with tears in their eyes it isn't a fight, it's a regression to grade school. Nonetheless a few of them or their alternates from other social circles will inevitably find their way into real fights, and as a bartender watching it, it's like choosing between letting your cousin get the ass kicking he needs and deserves and stopping someone from beating the shit out of a member of your family. It isn't an easy call to make, made worse by the knowledge that a single, well-placed punch can change the direction of someone's life in its entirety.

The first story of these, unquestionably the best written one, is indicative of those moments. I may have tried to keep the thugs from going outside, asking them to give the idiot a pass and buying them a round of drinks but sometimes these things happen too fast for you to control. I remember watching blood shoot six inches into the air from a head wound as the bleeder insisted that he was just fine. Like the kid who got his teeth kicked out, some people, especially drunk ones just don't want the help.

As for the subsequent stories about sex in bathroom stalls, on sidewalk walls and people shitting themselves: that's par for the course. They suck and if you have to clean up after any of it you pull your t-shirt over your nose and hate humanity for just a little more but then you get on with it. None of those stories are particularly noteworthy, several of them are unquestionably exaggerated and a couple are probably at least ninety percent bullshit.

This could be a good article but it's dragged down by the fact that most of the stories are sloppy filler. As suggested by a few comments, this could be a good weekly column but seek out stories at least as good as the first one. There's enough of us around that it really won't be that hard.

Posted by glassplayground on 03/19/2011 at 3:43 PM

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