...I'd be the barkeep.
I like to make drinks for friends: I enjoy the mixing, pouring ever-so-much of the vodka (or decided liquor--but hey, I'm a vodka girl), mixer and garnish (girl loves her some lime). When the bar gets close to its max with buzzed, impatient patrons, sometimes the barkeep has to step up and lend a hand.
And after living in the city for eight years, I have the whole schlepping-of-groceries-or-Target-bags-from-the-car-to-the-apartment-while-hazard-lights-are a-flashing (and legs are a-climbing three minimum flights of stairs) thing down--almost to ridiculous proportions-- no matter how much my boyfriend or unfortunate friend recruit may offer their arm for a quick slide of said bags...no thanks, I got it. Grocery bags, garbage cans filled of ice...these arms can handle it (and I'm quite proud of my quasi-biceps, thank you)!
Most importantly, I LOVE hearing people's stories. Hands down, I'm a way better listener than talker. Sit down, tell me your life story, or your day's anecdote...or whatever the hell you feel like jabbering on about...and I will be enthralled! You may trigger some relic of a memory, causing my mind to wander...but no worries, I'll remember (most of) the chatter. And I promise not to glaze over.
How can these traits NOT make me an excellent barkeep? I can haul ass with the physical goods, I can make or fetch drinks with the best of them, and above all, I love to listen to people. Now before you go pointing out that listening is the bartender's job, remember that they also converse...how about the barkeep just getting the opportunity to listen in and observe?
Observation is overrated, and I'm here to profess my love for it.
Someone hand me a towel, an apron, and a bag of ice. I'm here to report for duty.
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