July 24th, 2005


Feast Your Eyes

About a month ago I filed a bartender application with a caterer called Fest Your Eyes. Thursday they called me saying the needed a bartender at the last minute for a wedding. Today I did emergency bartending and was paid fifteen bucks an hour for it. Go me.

In addition to solid money it was a lot of fun. It was just straight bartending (as opposed to a mix of bartending, waitering, and busing tables) with a very easy set up and break down. People actually wanted drinks rather than just wine and beer. Most people wanted highballs (any drink with one alcohol and usually one balance, like rum and coke or gin and tonic) but I got to make a slough of cosmopolitans, a handful of apple martinis, and several flights of shots. These people were insane:

Best man: We wanna do some shots. Do you know how to make a kamikaze?
Me: Sure!
Best man: Great, can we get four kamikazes?
Me: Coming right up.

I begin mixing. Two people walk up.

Best man: Actually, can you make six?
Me: No problem.

I add more vodka, triple sec, and lime juice.

Best man: Wait, we need eight. I mean ten, no twelve. Yeah, twelve.

He looks around.

Best man: Make that fourteen.

I pour fourteen kamikazes.

Best man: Actually, we need four more.