Whisky and Cream

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22567889889337465112012-01-09T12:54:01.284-05:00Whisky and CreamCause you can't get drunk on cookiesAlexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-10571084713002541142009-08-08T00:50:00.000-04:002009-08-08T00:51:00.539-04:00A soap

My life is a soap.Things have been pretty hectic around here, witch explains my absence from the interwebs.First, Scarlet told me she wouldn’t be working with me at the newspaper anymore. It wouldn’t make much sense for me to keep going, without her or with someone new. This job is fun only because my partner is my very good friend. So by the end of august, I won’t be a columnist anymore.This is

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-49940855731499144112009-07-05T06:12:00.003-04:002009-07-05T06:46:30.435-04:00Typical 3rd floor

Well. Apparently, Blondie won't be a returning character on this blog, she was fired I think. I'll call her tomorrow to check, but she wasn't there Friday or last night.Last night was ok, really just ok. No flirting at all (typical 3rd floor), but I was working with Cindy, a fun and obviously gorgeous girl. At first, I was with Jessica, but she was pissed to work with me and asked to be changed.

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-29539862905431903352009-07-04T18:59:00.001-04:002009-07-05T15:37:06.642-04:00Ain't this world fabulous?

Last night at the club was fun. I was filling in for someone. So instead of being in my usual spot on the 3rd floor, I was alone at a bar on the second floor.I often complain that ever since I started working on the 3rd floor, I hardly have any interactions with girls. On the 3rd floor, it’s just booths with no dance floor, so only big groups hang out there. When a cute girl comes to my bar, she

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-30200055996496139542009-06-15T01:52:00.006-04:002009-08-10T09:51:57.830-04:00That makes more sense

Last night at The Club was fun.Apparently, Blondie is no longer my partner. I’m with a new girl every time now. Last night, I was working with Mary, a barmaid I find incredibly pretty. She looks classy and elegant, though she really isn’t! She has fake boobs, which I hate, but hers are still human sized.I played my usual nice but indifferent attitude. We’ll see where this goes, but so far, The

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-25537481418395546502009-06-13T12:33:00.002-04:002009-06-13T13:06:29.997-04:00Could have been worst

I haven't written much this week. I got a new phone, the HTC Magic and all of my "online" time has pretty much been spent on setting up the phone (enter all 150 contact numbers, set up email accounts, download programs, setup rss reader...). It's pretty much an iphone except it's better cause it's no iphone. I fucking hate macs. The only real difference, is that if I go to your place and you got

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-41152627572594662992009-06-11T00:41:00.001-04:002009-06-11T00:41:40.581-04:00A cheap and fun night

Tonight, I went to dinner with Brad at this restaurant in Yuppie Town. This part of town is quite literally a suburb but for yuppies.It’s only condos and townhouses, it’s located near downtown, but it’s a suburb in the sense that there was nothing there 25 years ago. It’s not a part of town that grew organically, it’s just a huge upscale development project with a grocery store and a few

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-34772070526023029052009-06-05T22:52:00.004-04:002009-08-10T09:56:43.451-04:00Didn't happen

So that party?Yeah I didn’t go.When I left to go teach at 3, I knew I pretty much had no chance of getting in. The tickets didn’t sell in one after noon, they sold in 14 minutes. And the girl in charge of the media guestlist? Yeah… same as last year.Meh, whatever. I figured, I’d stop by The Drinkery on my way home.Just before I’m done, I receive a text message from Cynthia: Come have dinner with

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-29200647708033748622009-06-04T14:51:00.003-04:002009-06-05T06:14:46.381-04:00Aperitif

There’s this party tonight where I really want to go. It’s the French Aperitif, it happens in over 20 cities around the world. Basically, it’s just a big marketing event to promote French products, mainly food and liquors. It’s a 60$ ticket open bar party where all the people from the restaurant and bar industry go to every year, my people.Two years ago, I wrote a column about the party for The

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-52327829587873725862009-06-01T01:54:00.002-04:002009-08-10T09:58:13.072-04:00The greatest ally

One of my greatest ally in terms of meeting women, the greatest wing man of all time is patience and also maybe a little faith in destiny.Sure, sometimes, when the stars align, when everything falls into place, you can spend the night with a girl you just met.But that’s the exception more than the rule. Most times, you just have to wait.That’s how it happened with my good friend who’s halfway

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-20670412378233825592009-05-31T16:59:00.001-04:002009-05-31T16:59:48.471-04:00Very sad

It was two weeks ago. Blondie and I had just arrived at the Club and were slowly setting up our bar.The minute she saw me that night, she said : I have something to tell you.A few minutes later, when we were alone, she told me to come over. In her purse, she was holding a positive pregnancy test.I never thought that one day I’d be so happy to have never slept with her.I’m so grateful to live in a

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-13171921484112359422009-05-31T06:20:00.000-04:002009-05-31T06:21:13.257-04:00Life is good

Tonight at The Club, it was ok. Well, actually, if last week was “just ok”, tonight was below average.The money was good, but hardly anything happened. I had a bunch of American tourists at my bar. They were loud, the girls weren’t cute at all and they tipped like shit.In general, it’s known that Americans are good tippers. When I was a waiter at an upscale tourist restaurant, I used to love

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-80372480662620041882009-05-30T15:59:00.002-04:002009-05-30T16:02:38.663-04:00A kiss and a smile

She’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers, some tiny pair I bought a while ago without trying them on and that I now keep for this specific purpose.I take a last good look at her endless legs, at her small perky breasts. We’re going to bed, for good this time. It’s passed 5 in the morning. I just changed the bed sheets.Her, looking in her purse: I

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-67349272768300969872009-05-29T16:57:00.000-04:002009-05-29T16:58:15.403-04:00Gastro

Last night, I had plans to meet Brad after work to go to a new bar that opened in an up and coming part of town. He calls me in the afternoon: D’you mind if we go have dinner with my father? He’ll be at the restaurant where my brother works and he’s inviting us.Not only am I always up for a dinner out and some good wine, and God knows Brad’s father never orders cheap wine, but I was genuinely

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-87854691518761203402009-05-29T15:01:00.001-04:002009-05-29T15:02:28.467-04:00good...

Everything's fine with Pascale, we're friends and it's all good. Few.Now I stay away from younger girls.

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-59501560817996693922009-05-27T11:59:00.002-04:002009-05-28T12:25:39.209-04:00New York - Day 2

For day one, go here.Friday morning. Harry and I wake up around 10 am. The sun is out, the air is warm, it’s a beautiful summer day. We smoke a joint and roll two more for later on in the day.We stop at the Starbucks on Broadways to grab a coffee and a muffin. We walk north to central park. On our way, we see a TGIF. Harry says he’d like to have a drink there. The French guys who taught us most

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-76681437767317705292009-05-25T23:20:00.002-04:002009-05-28T12:29:16.181-04:00Just ok - part 2

For part one, go here.So last night, Scarlett came to see me at The Club with Marianne and her friends.One of these girls is really cute, I mean really really cute. I’ve never seen her before. Turns out she’s Marianne’s best friend so we better forget about her.Later on, Jenny comes to the bar. I’m surprised and quite happy to see her. At this point, I’m more than tipsy and Blondie, my beloved

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-63879665923069121882009-05-24T14:13:00.002-04:002009-05-31T06:27:49.488-04:00Just ok - part 1

Last night at The Club was ok. Just ok. Not so many people, hardly any cute girls at my bar I could flirt with.Scarlett and her friends came to see me at one point in the night. She was with her friend Marianne, who I know, and a few of Marianne’s friends.I’ve met Marianne some night this winter. Scarlett and I were at this new club opening, where I slipped in the stairs and almost fell all the

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-84228814464864979132009-05-20T13:54:00.001-04:002009-05-20T13:54:59.630-04:00Monday afternoon

I clean the hell out of my apartment. Dishes, laundry, ironing, clean bedsheets and a quick bathroom fix.Pascale comes to pick me up around 4:30. We go to the wine store. I choose a ripasso and a new-zealand sauvignon blanc. We go to the huge farmer’s market, not to far from my place. It’s still early spring so there’s mostly flowers, but we manage to find everything we want. She loves the place,

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-63002432810927311352009-05-17T06:41:00.002-04:002009-05-17T14:23:14.869-04:00A triangle?

Tonight was fun.Not only did I make a shitload of money, but I also got to flirt a bit.Bartending is all about meeting girls and being the center of attention. But at The Club, I always work on the third floor. On the third floor, there’s only groups of friends. People come to the bar to order a drink and go straight back to their friends. I never have two or three girls who just hang out all

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-85115951156953791102009-05-16T15:44:00.002-04:002009-08-10T09:59:25.886-04:00I really don't

So there’s this cute barmaid I work with at The Club. I say work with, but we never actually worked at the same bar. I’m always with Blondie and she just fills in once in a while.She’s pretty, she’s fun and she’s not even 20. I figured I’d try to know her. The Universe decided to make it happen, in a way so effective I didn’t think it was even possible.A few weeks ago, I stopped at her bar to

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-50180083903747094952009-05-11T21:43:00.000-04:002009-05-11T21:46:29.220-04:00New York - day 1

New York was legendary, way beyond any expectations.We flew in quite early on Thursday morning.Just as we get out of the airport, the bus to Time Square is leaving. Our hotel is half a block from where she drops us.We check in at the creepy Carter hotel. Our room is actually quite ok. I haven’t seen a single bug the whole time I was there, which is a net improvement over the two previous times.We

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-67802344324799076972009-05-11T00:13:00.000-04:002009-06-17T00:14:42.400-04:00easy monday

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Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-25173396220584699562009-05-06T19:43:00.002-04:002009-05-06T19:46:24.160-04:00Less?

On my dryer's cycle, there's "more dry", "less dry" and "cool down".Now who on earth puts their clothes in the dryer to get em less dry? They're soaking wet when I put em in them, how could it even makes them less dry?

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-18663998481651387902009-05-04T21:32:00.003-04:002009-08-10T10:00:18.821-04:00Lost cause

Friday I was working the bar for a special event. Every year this prominent dance company holds a black-tie 500$-a-plate ball to raise funds.I had to get there for 3:30. At 4, my phone wakes me up. Yeah… I managed to sleep till 4 pm. It’s all good, my friends are organizing the event and I know we’ll have plenty of time to set up. We’ve done this before. I was with Mateo, an old partner from The

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-10573543584689063782009-05-02T02:52:00.002-04:002009-08-10T10:01:53.608-04:00Can you say random?

And yet another drunk post. I don’t even know why I’m mentionning it, it seems to be getting the rule more than the exception.So I just finished my semester today. Well thecnically, cause I still have a paper to turn in which is already more than a week late and I have to redo the exam for which I didn’t bother to show up. But “technically” finishing school for the summer is a good a reason as

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-77987725775273429562009-04-29T20:39:00.002-04:002009-04-29T20:54:04.798-04:00So apparently

So apparently, I have swimmer's ear. And I've had it for a week. In more severe or untreated cases, the infection can spread to the soft tissues of the face that surround the adjacent parotid gland and the jaw joint, making chewing painful. WikiYeah, most definitely. That’s what happened.It’s not only chewing, it’s swallowing or moving my tongue around that’s painful. That might cause a problem

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-14459379447237822152009-04-28T20:27:00.004-04:002009-05-04T12:14:22.924-04:00A lesson well ... wait ... what again?

All right this sucks. If only it were the first time…One would think that it’s not particularly hard to verify in advance the date and time of an exam. One would think that I'd learn the lesson, after missing an exam last year because I simply thaught it was the week after, which meant I had to wait for over 3 hours at the appointment free clinic to get a doctor’s note.Apparently not.This morning

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-61606740570199350832009-04-25T14:04:00.001-04:002009-08-10T10:04:47.614-04:00No hurry

This is my second post and it’s already a drunk post. This is promising.Tonight, I went over to Scarlett’s for dinner. Her boyrfriend was working so she invited me over before we went out. We had some “deluxe” hot dogs, with actual sausages, sauerkraut and dijon. We also made fries, just the perfect way: cooked in two steps. A few minutes at low temperature to cook the inside, and a few minutes

Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461588419551196358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256788988933746511.post-18377639233712680472009-04-24T17:15:00.002-04:002009-04-28T20:46:32.166-04:00who am I?

I’m somewhere in the second half of my 20s. For a long time, I’ve introduced myself as a bartender. I still work the bar, but I also have two other jobs. And I study full time. I work at one of the biggest nightclub in town. Some very commercial club in the heart of the trendy nightlife area: line-up and cover charge, Top-40 hits, insane light system and bottle service. Really not my kind of

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