georgeliquor

So It's time to write. Good thing I have wine and the Modern Lovers to keep my company.

I've been in Seattle for some time now. What have a gained from it? Severe liver damage (as was expected) new friends, a but load of stories, an extreme an amount of stress.

These are the people I work with.




We all went to a place in West Seattle called Spring hill for fried chicken dinner. Delicious. But let's go into work.

I'm Bartending. Remember that? Yeah, that's interesting. Who would let me behind a bar, honestly? Even worse, it's someone I know and have actually worked with. God bless him. We'll go into that soon. There's been a few days lately where I get into work, and there's nothing to do, all by myself. What would you do, alone in a bar, when T.V doesn't interest you, with no reading material. Play darts? Clean? Yoga? Well. Few guesses what I do! And I do it well. Sometimes, work becomes "challenging" at Prost.

I do enjoy work at Lark as well. That is challenging, for a whole new set of reasons. Things haven't changed really in the last few months. We're gearing up for the summer and spring. Lots of new menu changes..but we're getting busy. Really busy, I havent been worked this hard in a long time. Same ol same ol. Wine dinner, that was fun. Right now though in life? Work for the first time is, work. It's not life. Well..so to speak. I spend all my time sleeping, working, and drinking. Sometimes food gets worked in there. Occasionally dates, or sex, or reading. But usually work is kind of all encompassing. I'm not thinking that much about it as much anymore though. More doing the job, which is nice in a way. At the same time, it's still pretty damn important to me.

So enough about that shit. What have I been doing?
Well I went to a wedding


(that's the groom literally realizing what family he just married into, in a perfect shot)

A very good time. Two very good friends, Lucas and Rachel got married finally after 9 years or so. They helped me open up Prima. Rachel is Jenn's, the Chef's wife youngest sister. Lucas and I, along with Daniel (one of the opening cooks at Prima) all became good friends over the first summer of craziness. Some of those are bonds you just kind of share for a long time. Either way, the wedding, was infact at Prima, the Ceremony on the beach outside.

And what do you do when you get two bartenders getting married together? And all your friends are industry people? Cooks and bar managers and chefs and various people of the sort? You get, really, really drunk. What do you do when you go to your old restaurant you used to manage for years? You get fucked up. Combine the two? I was driven home at 11. Cole (see above, person who hired me at prost, also opened prima) and I drank the entire wedding together. He was driven home at 10. Not after giving a drunk speech though. If only we could remember what he said.

I'm also working on covering myself in ink. Fancy that! Again?
I've got a calf piece working.


I told my tattoo artist he can do whatever he wanted. He decided on baby birds.
Then changed his mind and doing eggs.
It's almost done. All we're doing is adding some more shading to the clouds, and touch ups.

There's also various drunk stories that have happened.
Microwave ending up in my bathroom sink..(no idea why, found that in the morning)
Almost getting my ass kicked by soundgarden..
My goutaversary...
One cranberry!
Theres other small fragments of memories of drinking all mixed in there..but it's funny how they all blur together...
Whats great with heavy drinking..? Late night dinners..
Various shows mixed in with there, a few girls. Was going out with a Peruvian girl for awhile. She was odd. Still is. Made drinking friends with a korean who got me fucked up on shochu.

Oh hey, and Remember that time serotonin visited me? That was fun as fuck. Bar hopping around Seattle. Blacked out after doing a shot of whiskey at my apartment around 2 am, then came back to. I don't think I've ever done that. Drank so much I blacked out, then continued to stay up and come back to. We both kind of did. Neither one of us could figure out certain aspects of the night. Then driving her back at 10 am to her hotel (I think I was still half drunk, with no sleep. Rough day. My body was in pain in so many places)

I've also become a shuffleboard enthusiast. Oh yes, shuffle board. I am king of the long table.

So fast forward to the present I guess?
Easter was my first day off in a 10 day stretch. We had fun. We went to one of the servers apartments in the afternoon and started drinking, and cooking. I made poached eggs with bread fried in bacon fat (and obviously bacon), we had drunken fruit salad (with a terrifying amount of alcohol in it), prime rib, waffles, oh it was all fantastic. I, especially, got fucking plowed. Then what did we do? Go to the park and go airplane-bottle-booze-hunting. One of the servers hide 30 little bottles around the park. I was drunk enough, that I gave up after finding two, and started climbing trees instead

dead soldiers I'm in a god damn tree?
Somehow I fucked up my leg pretty good doing that.

We then go back to the apartment, and I start doing double vodka shots with one of the cooks. I hear I drank over half a bottle with him in 20 minutes. It get's blurry around there. I got drunk enough my friends said I should probably go home..but I had other plans. I went to a bar I frequent..I got a beer and afterwords the bartender suggest I go home cause I was hammered..went to a indian place and drank more and ate some food..bed by 11!

That's life in a nutshell I guess..and here's a few extras mixed in.


Fucking dance off
cant stop..danzig?ever done a back draft? shot of grand marinier (spelling..?) splash of sambuka (also..spelling?) in a snifter. Light it on fire. Put your palm on it. The glass makes a seal on your hand, you lift it to your face, pound it, swallow, huff the fumes. Fucking Gnarly.
Korean food.