At the airport
in Greensboro last week we arrived on time for our flight. Which was cancelled. So we waited several hours for the replacement flight.
While we waited, we chatted with the bartender, a fixture in the Sam Adams bar there for as long as I’ve been travelling. She had just gotten back from rehab, and we spent some time discussing how sucky a career choice bartender was for her.
I’da never made her for a drunk, though. See, you get to know enough of them, and it seems that alcohol/drugs do to women what age does to men; their asses disapear.
Oh, sure, there are fat women drunks, but the hardcore ones, the skinny hard drinking drug using girls, their asses just seem to go the fuck away. Meth seems especial good at this but booze is also effective. I don’t know what celebrity drunks do to save their kiesters, but for an example of what I’m talking about, take a gander at Amy Winehouse’s ass.
Anyway, the bartendress didn’t lose her ass, it was still right there and not hard to look at at all.
Playing music in bars is kind of an interesting career for someone in recovery, too. Although I will say that drinking tonic with a twist all night long gave me a whole new perspective on what a roomful of drinkers looks like!
I played in bars for nearly 30 years before I got sober, and it’s been nearly 20 since. Mostly concerts these days, but the occasional bar gig makes me appreciate the choice I made to clean up!
Crack too. Back in the late 80’s I was on my way to get lunch in mid-town Manhattan. This girl saw me from across the street and came over to talk to me. She was cute, blonde, nicely built, nicely/casually dressed, I figured she was a tourist who was lost and wanted directions to where-ever. She asked me for money. About a year later I saw her again, she was skinny, hollow-eyed, skanky-looking and she asked me if I wanted a “date”.
Mark: yep, amazing how fast that turns a pretty girl into a disaster
Dave: I’m glad you’re clean. I hope you never have any difficulty staying that way.