Do you know how good it feels.........

Do you know how good it feels to be standing behind a bar again, for the first time in seven years?


I’m not talking about some corporate restaurant bar that’s made to fit a theme….fake marble, fake columns, cutesy shit……I’m talking about a real bar, no, not some beer guzzling shot pounding place…..I’m talking about a timeless place……wood….baby grand piano over in the corner…..heavy wood bar stools……….tables neatly set for four….it’s comfortable…..you can laugh out loud….or you can watch the baseball game….friends meet up there about the same time every week, have a few drinks, have some dinner….share life for a couple of hours……It’s a comfortable place…..we share laughs about everything and everybody…..we share information……we share sad events…..but mostly we are here, in this little microcosm of the world, to enjoy this mini two hour eutopia we all helped to build.  Where I share a birthday with Geri's sone and her birthday is tha same as my son and Debbie's birthday is one day after mine.....and my ex-husband's fourth ex-wife (here we go again, but it is funny) is the singer on the weekends, and the new busboy's uncle is my best friend's next door neighbor...........

I get to be a part of it all....yet at the same time I get to be an observer.......

As much as it stays the same, it is also constantly changing……new people drift in and out….some move away……some are only show up occasionally……every now and then they being in family members…..out-of-town visitors…..after all, it’s a really comfortable place……..

This bartending thing really gets in the blood of some people, I guess I’m one of them.

Do you know how good it feels to be standing behind a real bar again, for the first time in seven years?


It feels damn good.