St. Patricks Day Everyone!
spaced out about St. Patrick Day until I started to write
to you here. If you recall, I was totally consumed (as usual)
with the weather and the purchase of my new bathing suit.
Anyway, for all of my years working as a bartender, this particular
holiday was kind of fun to work. It wasnt like it was
a family holiday or anything so I didnt mind working
it. Ill tell you what I did get really tired of.
beer. Or people dying their hair green for the day. It got
a bit old after a long day. I must tell you this though. People
in Los Angeles dont really celebrate as hardy as people
back east. It probably has something to do with the deference
in the types of people out there compared to people in the
east. Anyway, as with most holidays in a bar setting, the
atmosphere is always festive. I was always very careful to
make certain people sitting at my bar didnt get too
inebriated because they would then be getting into a car to
drive. Well at least in California. When I tended bar in New
York, most people would either be walking or taking a taxi.
But I was still very conservative when it came to the amount
someone would drink. I guess I felt a bit of a responsibility
to bar patrons, and I also tried to treat my job with respect.
I never felt good about letting someone get drunk beyond good
judgment. Sure, come to my bar, tip well and dont become
an out-of-control idiot at my bar.
I would cut somebody off, especially if they were bigger than
me, I would make certain that there was a large male employee
around for backup. That way I pretty much had my bases covered
in case whatever person I cut off got nasty with me. I mean
I can pretty much take care of myself, but I am not unrealistic
when it comes to stopping a person who wants to continue to
encountered some pretty nasty people when theyve been
told they cant drink anymore alcohol. That having been
said, by and large, most people I have ever dealt with when
I was behind the bar were just fine. Especially at one of
the last bars I tended, which was called "The West Beach
Café." I always thought this was somehow poetic
in that, as we all know, the beach is my most favorite place
located in Venice Beach, California, and I lived just down
the road on Venice Boulevard. I could walk to work or walk
to the beach. It was a very trendy bar-restaurant frequented
by a lot of stars. My shifts were all weekend days, and because
of the killer brunch they had (and possibly because of the
killer drinks I made) it was absolutely packed. During the
course of the weekend I would easily make $300 or more. And
I wasnt working nights, which was wonderful. I was also
free all week for auditions. So, overall, it seemed like the
particular bar didnt stoop so low as to have green beer
on St. Patricks Day. We instead had green champagne!
It was just the kind of clientele we had. I hope you all have
a great St. Paddys day. And if you can, try some green
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"