Dead, Dead, Dead

Good afternoon to all, even though it's morning for me. It was a long night bar tending, since all the bars on Long Island were dead last night. I arrived at work promptly at 3:50, to find out The Boss wasn't there yet. You know the day I don't make it there on time, Jack will be there promptly and give me the lecture on how important it is that the Bar be open at 4. Well , he dawdled in at 4:15 with Jeanie, the senior bartender, in tow. She was dolled up in her best fir coat looking like a raccoon that was rudely awoken from hibernation. Based on my tips, I wonder how she could afford such a nice coat? Just wondering, that's all (and in no way meant she's skimming off the register; okay, maybe a little inference). Right behind him was Mike the lawyer, and then Neil, the retired City Fireman. I can only say after handling Neil, who already at 4 was intoxicated; I can tolerate anyone. What a piece of work. Mike and I were in the middle of a story, when the gin soaked bigot came in the bar. Well it seems poor Neil is being held back because of the Black President, and no he didn't say black. He also had an opinion on the lower class neighborhoods and why they are poor ("it's in their nature to be lazy and thieves"). Then the police department was next. The asshole police have the nerve to pull him over when he's drunk or speeding, and should psychically know he's a city fireman, and the cops have the nerve to actually give him a hard time. This poor poor victim!!! Yet, I calmly stay quiet and go about my business. The jukebox was playing Glee music, and he then starts to malign the faggy music. Well you can pick on minorities, you can pick on the police, but no one picks on Glee and gets away with it. So I threw the bastard out. So there. One of my dear Old Old Old friends Stephen popped in, and we had a lovely chat for about an hour and a half. Maybe not chat, more like a skewering of all our dearest friends, which is always the highlight of my day. One of Stephen's New Years Resolutions is to get in the blog 3 times, so here is number 1; Really dear Flannel and a silk scarf, get dressed in the dark much?. Hope that made his day. It was an extremely quiet night after that, having to entertain Jeannie and The Boss while they played the video game. Well those kind of nights are going to happen, but I really have to start working on my client base. I'm thinking of dropping of fliers at A.A. meetings. Hey, if there going to fall of the wagon they might as well fall into Sugars, am I right.

I need to go to work on putting the Christmas puke (I mean decorations) away. There are 3 upcoming events to announce: 1. Bar Nite is at Sugars this Monday with me bar tending 2. Auntie M's Helping Hands ( a non-profit charity run by friends of mine) has just booked Aunt Barbara for Tupperware night on February 8Th (location to be announced). Don't hold me to it but through the grapevine; Aunt Barbara is the Dame Edna of plastic ware, she supposed to be hilarious and the number one seller of Tupperware in the Northeast, and 3. is Open Band Night at the Broadway Bar in Amityville, where my nephew Clayton's band Last Stand will be performing at 10:30.

Mustang Sally is all in a huff, so like a naked midget in the closet eating pizza I humblely give my first retraction. He never used the derogatory word chinks, to refer to the Chinese Food he was ordering. Don't get use to my apologies! So here's a little Aunt Barbara and TaTa for now.