Before I got into the liquor industry, I never really understood why some people will use any excuse, no matter how thin and flimsy, to drink and get drunk. Friday night? Get drunk! Saturday? Drink all day! Birthday? DOUBLE DRUNK! Those are passingly normal reasons for drinking, but from there on out it gets sketchier.
Thursday? It's almost Friday, so it counts as Dirty Thursday. Christmas? Yep, totally a drinking holiday. St. Patrick's Day? Naturally. The Irish are always drunk anyways. Ash Wednesday? Fer sher. Easter? Why the fuck not? Maybe the Easter bunny will deliver you some of those little liqueur chocolates. I don't really have a problem with any of this, I don't judge anyone. I see a lot of regulars, some of them every day, some every two days, some less frequently. Okay, I lied. I judge some people. If you're counting out nickels to get one of the smallest bottles of beer we sell - which is only 89¢, by the way - I'm going to feel something.
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01 April 2013
18 March 2013
Never Be Ashamed to Buy Your Own Lube.
Saturday night at work was the busiest night I've worked since before Christmas. There was a great combination of circumstances that lead to this, but mostly I think it was just that time to get fucking wasted.
January is usually pretty slow, everyone's bogged down with bills or has drank their fill through the holiday season and hasn't quite yet forsaken their resolutions to not drink ever again. Considering that most people's resolutions, particularly those to never drink ever again, usually come across like a 16-year-old's protestations of future sobriety an hour after downing their first micky of white rum and then puking in five different places that night, I don't really have any respect for them. Empty threats, things that will be said and never done. I totally respect people when they do decide to stop drinking, forever or for a certain time period, but the vow usually has a different level of sincerity when it's spat out between mouthfuls of vomit and tears as you cry into the shrub by the front door.
January is usually pretty slow, everyone's bogged down with bills or has drank their fill through the holiday season and hasn't quite yet forsaken their resolutions to not drink ever again. Considering that most people's resolutions, particularly those to never drink ever again, usually come across like a 16-year-old's protestations of future sobriety an hour after downing their first micky of white rum and then puking in five different places that night, I don't really have any respect for them. Empty threats, things that will be said and never done. I totally respect people when they do decide to stop drinking, forever or for a certain time period, but the vow usually has a different level of sincerity when it's spat out between mouthfuls of vomit and tears as you cry into the shrub by the front door.
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