Throwing Boozes

It's Tuesday night Vodka Bust, the bar is packed wall-to-wall when I walk in the door for my shift, the DJ has the music cranked up so loud that I'm forced to lip-read slurred orders from the customers, all the prices are coming up wrong on my cash register and someone's moved all the liqueur bottles around. No, this isn't a workmare, it's just another typical day at the Redboxx. Welcome to my life.

After the third stingy patron swears that they're gonna tip me really well at the end of the night and the obnoxious twink blows his cigarette smoke straight into my eyes before stubbing it out on the bar, I take a quick breather to watch a man with the personality of a dead termite dump yet another guy that's clearly too good for him. That makes the third poor soul he's left heartbroken over a vodka seven this week. I really have to wonder how some guys do it (and I'm not talking about the loser with a full dance card, anyone can treat other people like used condoms to get attention), how does a reasonably intelligent, good-looking guy find himself getting the tired old "I'm just not over my ex (of three years ago)" speech time and again and not realize there's something woefully wrong with the path in life he's stumbled onto?

Unfortunately I don't have the leisure time to ponder this truly monumental question as the water break is over and the stoned barback just broke a tray of glasses over my ice well. I launch myself back into the maelstrom of poor choices with a sigh and hope I get through the night without doing anyone any lasting harm. The week is just starting after all, and I've got a lot more booze to throw before this night is done.

Today's drink:
Morning of Regret

1oz Bourbon
1oz Midori
1oz Amaretto
Cranberry Juice

Pour over ice, top off with cranberry juice, shake and enjoy. A few of these and you won't care how badly the sun is gonna look the next day.