Google is good. I know, people are starting to think that Google has become a monopoly of sorts. What to know something? Google it. Where is Iran? Google it. Who is Janine Marzett? Google it. (I did and not very impressed. You know the theory that you should write your own obiturary now and then do it? Well, these days, Google yourself and if nothing impressive comes up, change it. Ok, I'm getting off the subject....)
After Carol came to visit, it really got me to think about my past, those days where I really had the best time of my life. I was 23, a size 14 (to a thick girl, that's smokin' hot!), legs like Tina Turner (no shit, really), my own apt, cash on hand nightly, some sort of love life and not a care in the world. You;d think that I would at age 23 but I really didn't. Insurance and 401k meant shit to me. I had no bills other than rent, car insurance and utilities. I ate and drank and imbibed in the occasional illegal drug all to my hearts content, when I wanted and where I wanted. I surrounded myself with people who showed me what fun a carefree adult could have and I experienced a lot of "firsts" with these people. Each one contributed to my growth as a person and shared with me those days where I truly was happy. Joey, Danny, Carol, Christopher, Steve, Randall, Patrick, BJ, John, Jim R., Jim D. and yes, even Charles.
What does this have to do with Google?? Let me explain.........
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Glory Days - Part 1
I was driving around this weekend, running my usual Saturday errands when the song, "Glory Days" by Bruce Springsteen came on the radio. I love that song! I turned the volume up a bit and sang as loudly and badly as I could, secretly wishing that it was me instead of Patti (his wife) singing back-up vocals. I never thought she could sing. Warbles, actually. Anyway, my dissing of Mrs. Springsteen isn't the focus of this post. "Glory Days" is about remembering the best time(s) of your life whether it was when you were in grade school, high school, college, best job or best love. In doing this blog I want to reflect to the days where I felt my best and my worst and right now I'm revelling in one of those "glory" days.
A few weeks ago a dear friend of mine, Carol, came to visit me here in Chicago. I've known Carol since I was 20 yrs old. Were worked at a catering company together where her husband, Ali, was the head chef. I was with Carol when I turned 21 and she took me to a male strip club and got me drunk (legally) for the first time. It was on god-awful whiskey sours. I was 20 and didn't know there was better bourbon available rather than what you got for $3. A few years later we ended up working for the same nightclub called Hearthrob in Westport. It was a huge bar that occupied the space of a former bread factory. It had five bars, one of which was the main bar in the middle that was in the shape of a huge, red heart. The rounded, top part of the heart was where the waitresses would get served at either side and at the bottom, two bar stations at the point. Upstairs was the mezzanine, underneath was the Oyster bar. The other two bar stations was the Gameroom (where there was pool tables and video games) and the Head - located right between the men's and ladies' bathrooms where. Hearthrob had a multi-leveled dance floor and the best DJ in town named BJ. Yes, BJ the DJ. Hearthrob is where I met Danny, one of my best friends; Charles, the idiot who I dated and thought I loved and who I thought loved me; and many fellow bartenders who became dear friends and made it truly the best time of my life.
Why am I reliving the glory days now? Well, unexpectedly, within the last month, I've re-connected with a few of the Hearthrob gang and it has made me happier than I've been in a long time. In my next posting I will introduce you to the cast of characters and give you insight in what they meant to me during those glory days. Stay tuned!
A few weeks ago a dear friend of mine, Carol, came to visit me here in Chicago. I've known Carol since I was 20 yrs old. Were worked at a catering company together where her husband, Ali, was the head chef. I was with Carol when I turned 21 and she took me to a male strip club and got me drunk (legally) for the first time. It was on god-awful whiskey sours. I was 20 and didn't know there was better bourbon available rather than what you got for $3. A few years later we ended up working for the same nightclub called Hearthrob in Westport. It was a huge bar that occupied the space of a former bread factory. It had five bars, one of which was the main bar in the middle that was in the shape of a huge, red heart. The rounded, top part of the heart was where the waitresses would get served at either side and at the bottom, two bar stations at the point. Upstairs was the mezzanine, underneath was the Oyster bar. The other two bar stations was the Gameroom (where there was pool tables and video games) and the Head - located right between the men's and ladies' bathrooms where. Hearthrob had a multi-leveled dance floor and the best DJ in town named BJ. Yes, BJ the DJ. Hearthrob is where I met Danny, one of my best friends; Charles, the idiot who I dated and thought I loved and who I thought loved me; and many fellow bartenders who became dear friends and made it truly the best time of my life.
Why am I reliving the glory days now? Well, unexpectedly, within the last month, I've re-connected with a few of the Hearthrob gang and it has made me happier than I've been in a long time. In my next posting I will introduce you to the cast of characters and give you insight in what they meant to me during those glory days. Stay tuned!
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