When I first moved to New York and was faced with a big scary rent and no real job which would help me pay the big scary rent, I went through a couple of stages. The first stage was - Temp Jobs, wherein I signed up with 8 different temp companies and took every office job that I could (no kidding I have a scrapbook of letterhead from like 30 different temp jobs.)
I quickly realized that the whole temp job thing sucked and so I moved on to stage two - Waitressing, wherein I got a CRAPPY job waiting tables at a restaurant near my Upper East Side apartment (a two bedroom with 3 people in it. This wasn't an UES penthouse, people). Now, this crappy job had a couple of good things going for it: 1) the food was really good, so when I worked long hours and I needed to eat there, I had access to a good meal and 2) the staff of mainly middle easterners served up some great home cooked (or restaurant kitchen cooked) meals that weren't on the menu but that they invited me to join them in consuming. So the date, rice, chicken dish I had during Ramadan was awesome and something I still think about on occasion. That being said, with the exception of those to things, it was a crappy job and leaving that place was one of the greatest things I did.
And then there was stage Three - Bartending. This was my favorite stage. This was the stage where I spent a lot of money and took a two week bartending course so that I could learn to tend bar and then I would immediately be hired by a Cheers-like establishment, where everyone would know my name and would love that I did this whole "tend bar" thing while I worked on my directing projects and within a year or two, I would be a famous and successful director and I would leave the bartending profession with fond memories and great stories... it was a brilliant plan... too bad it didn't so much, you know, happen. Instead, after I spent all my money to take the bartending course and I went out there with my brand spanking new bartending resume which read "graduate of the American Bartending School" and then nothing, wouldn't you know it? No one would hire me because I lacked "experience." WhatEVER! People are so picky. Anyway, that little setback sent me back into Stage One and the various temp jobs led to more permanent office jobs and a whole lot of office experience - ugh.
"Who cares, Jess?" you ask.
"Well you do," I answer. And here's why:
Finally, after 15 years of my bartending certificate lying dormant in a drawer, I am resurrecting it, like a Phoenix from the ashes, and I. am. tending. BAR! Ok, so it's not like I've got a new job or anything, I'm guest bartending at BAR12 at 206 34th Street in NYC. And it's only from 6-9pm. And it's a one night only engagement - FRIDAY, June 25th. And, I'll have a "real" bartender backing me up with helpful reminders on how to make, uh, just about everything. But still, it should be fun.
It's all in support of our upcoming production of Dreamers of the Day. It's $10 at the door or $17 if you want the extended happy hour. AND, we just heard from a donor who is willing to match funds raised up to $1000! So come on out and help make our bartending night a success. And seriously, with me behind the bar, there should be no end to the hilarity that will ensue as I try my Tom Cruise Cocktail moves. (If anyone from management at Bar12 is reading this, no worries, my "Tom Cruise Cocktail moves" are limited to a cocky grin.) Oh, and I make a small request that you not decide to play stump the bartender with your drink orders and keep it to things like "vodka, on the rocks." I already know what goes in that drink order. Heh.
Here are the details again:
When: Friday, June 25th 6:00-9:00pm
Where: Bar12 at 206 East 34th Street
How much: $10 to get in the door or $17 for the extended happy hour
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