The Hangover (not the movie)

So as you might have guessed, I am hungover.

Not only am I allowed to drink at my job but I am encouraged to do shots with customers to bring some life to the party. Many people, (including myself when I first got hired) think this sounds amazing. "You get to drink at work? How cool!" Fun times? Not always the case.

My tolerance is, if nothing else, disgusting. Yeah, I can put back 10, 15, even 20 shots of just about anything and still slang drinks and count money (sometimes accurately) but the real repercussions come the following day.

Your mouth is arid, stomach is in knots, head throbbing, can't sleep, can't move, hate yourself and life- we've all been there. If you haven't than you're not doing it right.

And yes, I know it is almost 11pm and I'm still hungover. Don't judge.

So I've spent the last few hours combing the web for hangover cures and most of them were pretty generic:

-Hair of the Dog always works but can create a vicious cycle
-Bloody Mary's still hair of the dog but not as blaten as ordering a tequila shot at noon
-Greasy/ spicy food personally eating something shitty just makes me feel shitier. I'll opt for a salad and then feel like I'm doing something right
-Exercise sounds awful. last thing I wanna do when I'm trying not to ralph
-Sex! might not be up for a wild romp but there are ways to get around that
-Water, water, water most the time when I'm hungover I am so thirsty but too lazy to even drink. Best to pound that stuff the night before.

So I leave you with the perfect hair of the dog suggestion for the brave:

BANDERA MEXICANA
-Tequila (blanco is best)
-Lime Juice
-Tomato Juice

Shake and strain each liquid into three separate shot glasses. Serve and shoot the three glasses in order of the Mexican flag: green (lime juice), white (tequila), red (tomato juice). Boom boom boom! You're back!

Big Loss

SoUS lost in the second round of the World Cup this afternoon and while riding my bike home from the bar I picked up on a somber vibe from the obstacles in the bike lane. Not only is the US out of the running for a World Cup victory but millions of dignified, contributing members of society are out an excuse to drink at socially unaccepted times in the morning. Why, oh why did you do this to us US soccer team? Back to this.

Here's a good cocktail you can sneak into work.

SPIKED CAPPUCCINO
Simple cappuccino
Add all or any combination of:
Frangelico
Baileys
Sambuca (my fav)

Sacagawhut?

These damn coins. As a bartender I can't count how many times I've given someone the side eye thinking they only left me a quarter. After leaving it on the bar for a good 30 minutes (proving my disinterest in such a measly donation) I will sweep it up to possibly pelt it in the direction of the jerk to find out Ms. Sacagawea has done it once again. Her, the MTA and the post office are trying to bring out the bitch in me.


After working all week and weekend I am headed to Rockaway Beach with friends tomorrow! I hear they have huge waves. So with a little R & R we will need some cocktails. Here are a few perfect ones for the beach....

BLUEBERRY LEMONADE
Stoli Blueberry Vodka
Lemonade
*Mix your own at home or just bring some vodka in a water botttle (it's clear) and they always sell lemonade at the beach

TEQUILA ADE
Tequila
Yellow Gatorade
*simple to mix. simple to hide. And don't worry about this

THE SHOTGUN
Cheap ass beer
A Key
Hold unopened beer on side with mouth facing up.
Take a key and stab the beer as close to the bottom of can as possible and tearing a hole ( not with fingers-ouchey) at least as big as a quarter (or sacagawea)
Wait till everyone has cut their hole then cheers, open up top and guzzle beer from the hole as fast as you can. Loser has to buy more beer.

I was gonna put a link to some shotgun videos but sorting through them just made feel like white trash for even posting this. If you're looking for a classy drink the shotgun is not your thing.

Exhausting...

After working four 9 hour bartending shifts in the last 3 days I can admit I'm burned out.

I tried to factor the ratio of hours I worked divided by the hours of the day...yada yada yada... Not happening. Also thought about the amount of shots I partaked in and gave up just as easily. Gag.... Denial is beautiful.

This weekend was more interesting then others because the World Cup kicked off on Friday. Around 10pm Friday and Saturday there was a slew of jersey wearing soccer fans nodding off at the bar. Friday was tanned skin Mexicans drifting off with a Corona in their hand. Saturday was "hardcore" American soccer fans- more like bandwagoner's looking for a reason to drink and scream incessantly. For whatever reason it was amusing and I appreciated the enthusiasm.

I would have to say the funniest thing that happened was some guy requesting me to call him a cab from my east village bar where cabs run rampant daily and nightly. He was from Portland, Oregon which would of excused his request but when I tried to explain to him that all he had to do was simply step outside he laid some major tude on me claiming that he spent mad money in my bar and I should be honored to "call him a cab." It was a pointless battle where he ended up throwing his drink all over the bar. Man, I love people. Think he needs some of this