This morning at 1:30 am, the gloves were finally hung up. Maybe not forever, but for a while. It’s a bitter sweet sensation to leave something that has taken up and supported quite a number of years in my life. This was the last night bartending. Black eyed Peas sing “I got a feeling, Tonights gonna be a good night, tonights gonna be a good good night” and tonight was a good good night. Making pride weekend my last, the good vibe of the crowed will carry me off with a good sense of closure.

It was a call that was tough to make, but as weekends grow more and more valuable to an old  folk like myself, it was finally time to make the call. I can’t lie, the money, booze, and things these eyes have seen, will be greatly missed, as well as the social aspects of the job. Sigh. yay weekends?

Bottems up…..