Tag: Bartending
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Great Expectations
This weekend, my maniacally reclusive BFF/fellow writer/ex-boyfriend, Eddie, is setting me up on a blind date. Eddie gets me. We’ve shared many treasured moments. We used to have this thing where we’d get drunk at Hutch’s. We consumed their entire Fall/Winter 2013 cocktail menu. One time Eddie wore overalls there. Not really sure why, but…
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Tragic Mike
I’ve taken a new number at the meat market of life. The edges of my soul have hardened, like cheese left in the sun. With that salty taste always deep in my throat, I’m forever thirsting for more. That’s what I should have expected, after going out with someone I met at The Bend. ————————- When…
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How to Get F’ed Up For Free: The Lackawanna Scene
This is the scene I observe, while peering into a vacant Ridge Road bar called “Cherry Stone”… A television broadcast of the Miss America pageant flickers down upon a bedraggled bartender. He’s perched upon a stool, hunched over, gazing at his reflection in the lacquered bar top. No customers are in to dirty its surface.…
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The Sex Drive
“Never speak to me again,” I hiss through gritted teeth in the Crabapple’s parking lot. “Because you are immature and insincere.” I hang up my cell, hang up on Dan and his stupid voicemail message – “I don’t know why you called this number, but you did.” I send a hectic text – “I never wanna…
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