Who in their right mind make ME bartender?
Or: My 90 Proof Week
Saturday: I work 2am-6am, then 6pm-10pm. I’m exhausted and broke, but decide I need to go by the Elbo Room to make sure that it’s okay for my theater group to rehearse there on Sunday (it is). Mick, one of the Elbo Room’s owners, has recently inacted a “Karla drinks for free” mandate. I get stinkingly drunk.
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