I got two bartending gigs this week

And one of them, Ed, the owner of the service, specifically wanted me for it. It looks like I'm going to be their go-to guy for bar mitzvahs. Because they've got a good working relationship with the caterer for bar mitzvahs, and, as the caterer said, "Ed sends me his best people." I'm apparently one of his best people.

Damn, I'm good.

So, given that I'm good, I thought I'd write up a bit of Advice for Bartenders, 'cause, what's the point of being damn good if you can't wax pedantic about it?
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Bartending report

The event I tended bar for was a reception for the political science department. A small, low-key thing, maybe fifty people. But nice.

I was kinda hoping to be tending bar for something involving the doctoral hooding ceremonies, but that's okay.

Toward the end of the evening, the woman who put the event together asked me if she'd be able to request me specifically for their Christmas party.

Damn, I'm good.

I gave her my card. It was the two of hearts, on which I wrote my name and email address so she would be able to contact me.

I probably should get actual cards printed up. Giving someone "my card" is cute and all, and I did get the appropriate info on it, but still. . . .