The honky-tonk bartender, who doubled as bouncer, waiter, and cashier, was in no mood to compromise. Mercy was not in him. He came out around the open end of the long counter, waddled threatening across the floor in a sullen, red-faced fury and began to shake the inanimate figure lying across the table with its head bedded on its arms. "Hey, you! Do your sleeping in the gutter!"
If you gave these bums an inch; they took a yard. And this one was a particularly glaring example of the genus bar-fly. He was in here all the time like this, inhaling smoke and then doing a sunset across the table. He'd been in here since four this afternoon. The boss and he, who were partners in the joint - the bartender called it jernt - would have been the last ones to claim they were running a Rainbow Room, but at least they were trying to give the place a little class, keep it above the level of a Bowery smoke-house; they even paid a guy to pound the piano and a canary to warble three times a week. And then bums like this had to show up and give the place a bad look!
He shook the recumbent figure again, more roughly than the first time. Shook him so violently that the whole reedy table under him rattled and threatened to collapse. "Come on, clear out, I said! Pay me for what you had and get outa here!" ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")
Tags: drunk bar bartender bums barfly bum-s-rush
A man walks into a bar, and he said OUCH, cause it was an iron bar.
Tommy CooperVladimir leaned forward. “Never dilute vodka. Is sin.
Jennifer LaneTags: romance vodka crime mafia bar undercover russian fbi romantic-suspense grant-madsen the-conduct-series mob-boss
The world is like a bar, we all fill our glasses the way we can.
M.F. MoonzajerI was a fool, alone, preparing to do what every fool did at such times—I was going to a bar to drink myself smart.
Genna RulonTags: intelligence drinking fools alcohol smart fool bar hard-times
The one plentiful herds of magazine writers would continue to be culled - by the Internet, by the recession, by the American public, who would rather watch TV or play video games or electronically inform friends that, like, 'rain sucks!' But there's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.
Gillian FlynnTags: change technology drinking sarcasm video-games alcohol americans new-age the-future recession tv bar the-past changes electronics the-internet electronic-books bourbon a-drink electronic-revolution electronic-software the-public the-recession
We named the bar The Bar. "People will think we're ironic instead of creatively bankrupt," my sister reasoned.
Yes, we thought we were being clever New Yorkers - that the name was a joke no one else would really get, like we did. Not meta-get ... But our first customer, a gray-haired woman in bifocals and a pink jogging suit, said, "I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.
Tags: loss vanity drinking failure alcohol irony cat bar new-beginnings bars audrey-hepburn snobs breakfast-at-tiffany-s the-recession new-yorkers
So you’re telling me that intoxicated cowboy is my best hope of getting to Paint River Ranch tonight?”
The bartender gave a sympathetic shrug. “Yep. And you’d better catch him before he starts drinking again.
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