Since I’ve tended bar and bar tended; I’ve been willing to work on any given day, except Mondays, for anything the bar/club/acquaintance/referral offers. Need me at the main bar from 1PM – 2AM; I’m your chick. Private party for your uncles sisters son – from 8PM – 8AM? Fuck 40 winks, I’ll pull a Fred Flintstone and get toothpicks.
I like the night time, what can I say? The extra spending money is good for me to stack and spend for fun things I want. Do I really need the money?
Yes and No.
I have a few hustles going on. I have to; don’t like to stand still to long. The economy sucks and I have a teenager to feed. Give me notice, type of dress, clientele date and time and Bar Side is there. I will take on your desired business, take care of your people and take your money for a job well done.
Some days are fast, some are slow, others, are slower than molasses in January. But that’s okay; that shredded cheese = slices of cheese = wheels of cheese. Fast. It’s a college town – Madison WI, the city of the perpetually offended, is a town full of hippies, business personas (as well as [un]reasonable facsimiles) college kids and non-Americans. Trust me, the day this town runs dry, I’ll be living in California some damn where. (BTW, I HATE the west coast.)
…then again, this city has been making it so hard for many to get a liquor license… The city of Madison wants a kidney, a note from your 2nd grade teacher, and your 1st born as well as “not less than $10,000…”