In typical fashion as soon as I have a bit of money I start figuring out how to get rid of it. It's like I'm allergic to cash.

I wish I had some pictures of 4th of July at Pops, but I spent the entire evening behind the bar. It was super fun; one of the most enjoyable nights of bartending I've had in my short career so far. Tuffy wore a white Elvis costume ("it's the Aloha From Hawaii Special jumpsuit!" my Elvis nerd boyfriend pointed out), I wore a red white & blue bikini top under an Iron Maiden tee shirt with no sleeves. My co-bartender Nikki wore a Budweiser one piece swimsuit. She looked adorable. And that is what American Independence is about: our freedom to wear bathing suits as cloths.

This Saturday was my other bar's 3rd anniversary party. That was really fun too, but in a very Marin way: lots of bros, lots of bro-ettes, lots of Mardi Gras beads and Red Hot Chili Peppers on the jukebox.

Now I'm trying to convince Subrosa to pay for a Showtime subscription so we can have The Franchise viewing parties.