First off, Gary's fine. Just laying that out there. Apparently, Gary had a little heart scare yesterday. He was at some bar golf tourney or another (they're a popular fundraiser), felt a little arrhythmia, went to the hospital, got checked out, he's fine. He could stand to be in better shape and generally take better care of himself. This is a 60-year-old man who bartends 6 out of 7, drinks like a fish, and runs his own wine bar. He puts most of us to shame in the socializing sweepstakes.
So yeah, he had a heart scare. M called me today as soon as he found out - the story goes that as it was going down, people were saying "Don't call M. We don't need him freaking out and going apeshit in the middle of this." I told M, "Well yeah. You guys basically are a married couple at this point." He said, "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if he died. Smack him one?" "More like you'd go into Hades and drag him back out by the hair." "Yeah."
At least we all know we've got our conversation fodder for the week.
In continued bar news, Sars at Tomato Nation pointed her readers toward this blog: Clublife. It's just a regular dude who bounces in NYC, writes about it, and has a book coming out from that blog. It's amusing and a lot of what he says is dead-on. Like this:
But if you do have a girlfriend, and you work where I work, don't expect to see her on worknights because she's not coming in. She's not invited. In fact, she's barred. They all are. No girlfriend, fiancee or wife of a bouncer is permitted inside the club while he's on the job -- unless it's an emergency, of course -- because management doesn't want us getting distracted. And this policy is a hundred percent correct.
I totally agree. I try not to come in when M's working Columbus (though I have made the drunken error every once in a while) because he doesn't need the extra distraction. It's a bar, not a club, so the potential for trouble is much less, but still. Life's a whole lot easier all around if I go somewhere else for the night - when I bother to go out. As we all know, I'm tired of all the idiots populating my nabe on a Friday or Saturday night.
Anyway. I was already planning on giving a few books as gifts this holiday season - looks like one more got added to the list.
So yeah, he had a heart scare. M called me today as soon as he found out - the story goes that as it was going down, people were saying "Don't call M. We don't need him freaking out and going apeshit in the middle of this." I told M, "Well yeah. You guys basically are a married couple at this point." He said, "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if he died. Smack him one?" "More like you'd go into Hades and drag him back out by the hair." "Yeah."
At least we all know we've got our conversation fodder for the week.
In continued bar news, Sars at Tomato Nation pointed her readers toward this blog: Clublife. It's just a regular dude who bounces in NYC, writes about it, and has a book coming out from that blog. It's amusing and a lot of what he says is dead-on. Like this:
But if you do have a girlfriend, and you work where I work, don't expect to see her on worknights because she's not coming in. She's not invited. In fact, she's barred. They all are. No girlfriend, fiancee or wife of a bouncer is permitted inside the club while he's on the job -- unless it's an emergency, of course -- because management doesn't want us getting distracted. And this policy is a hundred percent correct.
I totally agree. I try not to come in when M's working Columbus (though I have made the drunken error every once in a while) because he doesn't need the extra distraction. It's a bar, not a club, so the potential for trouble is much less, but still. Life's a whole lot easier all around if I go somewhere else for the night - when I bother to go out. As we all know, I'm tired of all the idiots populating my nabe on a Friday or Saturday night.
Anyway. I was already planning on giving a few books as gifts this holiday season - looks like one more got added to the list.