I got to check something off my bucket list yesterday. I got to teach B-RAD at Blind Bear, who is about a consummate pro in the world of bartending as I have ever met, how to make a drink. He had never heard of a duck fart before, and I gave him the recipe. My promotion of duck farts on the blog worked apparently, and he was making them all afternoon.
It was Mary’s first Sunday shift at the Bear, and she got to learn how to make duck farts too.
The Bear has a new topping you can ask to be put on your burger or sliders. It’s Bourbon Bacon Jam. I tried a taste of it last week and it is really, really good.
I didn’t get to Bardog yesterday, but apparently Bloom’s new thing is stealing people’s phones and posting “I’m a little birdy” to their Facebook timeline. Watch out when she’s bartending.
Shout-out to my new friend that I introduced to duck farts yesterday afternoon: I had a blast talking with you. Let’s hang out soon. I will text you.
Shout-out to the person who said hello and asked how the blog was going Saturday at Max’s Sports Bar: Nice to meet you, and glad we got a chance to talk, if only briefly. In a slightly different parallel universe we would’ve become good friends.
Shout-out to the person I invited to come have D-RANKS with B-RAD at the Bear and who responded by blocking me on Facebook: Despite the way you have treated me the past few months, I have not a bad word to say about you. I wish you happiness, health, and inner peace. You deserve those things so much.
I’ll be out and about after work. Probably going to take a week off from Melissa Monday at Bardog (Melissa, I will explain why next time I see you, there’s a very good reason) and go somewhere else instead. Not sure where, will figure it out after sending a few “you gonna be out tonight?” texts.