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Posts Tagged ‘When I was a Bartender’

Most flattering photo ever

In Photo Album on 19 October 2009 tagged Girly, When I was a Bartender with 1 comment

I went to the most awesome baby shower Friday for an awesome friend who will be having awesome twins come 2010 (maybe earlier). I post this photo because I ike to be reminded of how silly I look sometimes.

Just watch it!

In Video on 27 July 2009 tagged Watching, When I was a Bartender with 1 comment

Mmmmm. Beeeeeer.

In Photo Album, Shorts on 29 June 2009 tagged When I was a Bartender, Writing with 1 comment

A story for the Houston Press in which I make a Slim Pickens reference.

If you like piña coladas

In Shorts on 23 June 2009 tagged When I was a Bartender, Writing with no comments

Those of you who have never had the pleasure of consuming a cocktail mixed by me can now replicate the experience in your own home, thanks to my new post up at The Daily Fork: My Top 10 Summer Drinks to Help Beat the Heat. Recipes included.

Salty, sweet

In Blog on 10 January 2009 tagged Reading, When I was a Bartender with no comments

Magic Molly writes about food in metaphors that I can only dream of and fitfully attempt to imitate.
Oddly, our culinary adventures seem to coincide. For example, I drank my first salted caramel hot chocolate from Starbucks over the week between Christmas and New Year’s. (As an aside, I never go to Starbucks. This was maybe [...]

Now I’m feelin’ Zombified

In Internerd, Shorts on 4 June 2008 tagged Places, When I was a Bartender with no comments

Beachbum Berry cracks the code of The Zombie with the New York Times.*
*The Times must have a tikiphile on staff.

A murder mystery

In Blog on 8 March 2005 tagged When I was a Bartender with 2 comments

I bet you didn’t know I was involved in a murder case, did you?
Typically, my involvement in crimes is limited to my job as a journalist, where I research and write about them. But this time, I was actually a witness — sort of.
Last October, Christopher and I spent Halloween in New Orleans. Our stay [...]

The ‘C’ Word

In Blog on 24 February 2005 tagged When I was a Bartender, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? with 2 comments

On Richmond Ave. between Montrose and Shepherd, there is this place called The C Store. It’s a little convenience store in a strip center that I drive past when I’m taking Gus to the dog park. Without fail, everything I pass it, I snicker like a 12-year-old.
I think the ‘c’ word is probably the dirtiest, [...]

Thoroughly Modern Brittanie

In Blog on 18 February 2005 tagged When I was a Bartender with Comments Off

This weekend marks one whole month since I was freed from the bondage of indentured servitude. (Throw that image around in your head a bit, you dirty, naughty reader).
Thanks to the utter generosity and complete support of my wonderful, understanding boyfriend, I quit my second job slingin’ Singapores at a local college bar.
A few weeks [...]

Electrified

In Blog on 27 January 2005 tagged When I was a Bartender, Writing with Comments Off

I had been working at the bar for about a year when my boss finally had the confidence to leave me alone during the day shift.
During times like these I slowly began to develop my personal theory that the bar had taken on a human-like Jekyll and Hyde persona — some nights it was clogged [...]