I know my way around a bar!
We prepped the house for days, transforming it from suburban home to a party-equipped hotspot. A total of 153 people came over to celebrate my brother-in-law's 40th birthday with us. And I got the best job of all: shirtless bartender boy.
While I can't even try to compete with Toddy's hot bartender god, I daresay that if I put a tip jar out, I would have done just fine. Thank God I know my way around a bar!
conceived, scrawled, heavily edited, carefully reconsidered, left for a while to digest, edited once more, and then ultimately posted by: just call me jeff at
6:38 p.m.
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