“You’re one crisis away from being a rock star.”
That was what my partner behind the bar said to me when I walked into work this weekend. Now what does that mean? am i destined for suicide? heroin? reality television? Can I just meet him in the middle and go on Ninja Warrior? I know there’s a chance I can make it through the first two stages.
I thought about it all night.
I thought about it while trying to exact some American Justice against two Italian tourists on the foosball table. Just like the last world cup, the Americans didn’t realize their true potential. The Italians were over matched but once again sleezed their way to victory.
Bartending Observation: The weak dollar has flooded the streets of New York with young Euro Travelers who can now come and kick it around the Big Apple for the same cost as what they would have spent on a hostel in Amsterdam. Can’t blame them. They still don’t tip or wear deodorant though so I don’t have to be nice to them.
He said it again at the end of the night too.
The money had been counted. The masses had gone home. Arms into jackets. Handshakes all around. “Good nights” and “Be safes” -”Good work” “Thanks for everything” “One more for the books” “You’re one crisis away from being a rock star.” huh? “errr…Good night.” I think. The thing is he said it like he was proud of me.
I thought about it all weekend.
…and I’ve come to the conclusion that I had dark circles under my eyes and my buddy was noticing my resembelence to Nikki Sixx. Ok so I haven’t come to any conclusion. Anyone?
