Chilly nights & warm bright days...

posted by jeremy on March 28, 2006

Winter in New Orleans, not too punishing if you don't count the usual hangover that accompanies morning, err, evening... depending on one's schedule or tendencies. I've recently moved into the realm of full-fledged fledgling bartender at Mollys on the Market... It's a mixed challenge tho usually quite simple until somebody orders something more complicated than a Beam and coke. Then I stare blankly at them for a moment then scurry off to ask another bartender what in the hell a Zombie is or how the fuck do you make a decent Old Fashioned... But still, I have learned to pour a draft beer with great grace.

I'm going out with Rachel tomorrow to document some of the damage in the Ninth Ward. I shall be posting photos of said fuckery probably tomorrow night. Let's see what we shall see, ok?

I just got off of work at the R-Bar, which is probably one of the greatest bars in this town, tho still not the greatest. No, kids, I think that title might be held by the Old Point Bar on Algiers Point, just across the ole Mississippi. Some bars just stir the deepest chunks of one soul with their beautifully haggard and amazingly textured character. This particular down-home & purely Southern assemblage of peeling if oft-painted timber, beat pool tables complete with even more beat & smartass old-timers, cheap fucking whiskeys, wide open windows, surrounding vacant lots, sagging overhang, jaded but still joking bartenders, christ, all of it just goddam warms the heart.

I am going to be making a point of posting a blog every few days from here on out. I need to be kicking out something... anything... on a regular basis.

Anyway, as usual, most of what I post I'm sure will be drunken and/or delirious babble and/or drivel. It's 7AM, as ever & I'm actually going to go to bed.

Lets hope for decent dreams for Dwight tonite... Last night I dreamed that I was a bit character (meaning destined for doom) on that 80's detective show, Simon & Simon & the night before that I was eaten alive by a 60ft long moray eel in the middle of some creepy deserted mall. I think I need to get laid.

No, actually, I know I need to get laid.

Anyway, good night, kids & sleep tight.