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This weekend was a great weekend. Great that I worked my ass off, or great that things are starting to fall in place, or great that I found my taste in wine. All and all a great weekend.

I spent most of the weekend working at the ‘bar’. I work two days instead of the usual one because Ed was in hurricane ridden Florida sippin’ champain living the good life and Mike was off for a get-a-way weekend with his wife in Atlanta. So it was up to myself and Lori to hold down the bar for the weekend. We worked great together.

One memorable moment was when this kid Curtis came in for his 21st bday. (I guess I can’t really call him a kid, being that he was 6′ 3″ and in the armed forces.) I was talking to him, his girlfriend, and their friend. Turns out that he was on leave from Iraq and was just home for his birthday. People that usually come in for their birthdays are usually nicer than normal but this guy was just a great guy. Of course he didn’t know what he wanted for his birthday drink so I whipped up a wicked Long Island for him. “Best one EVER,” he later told me. After that, I got him the traditional DH Browns poster. I don’t know why but I love writing super long paragraphs on birthday posters, so I wrote him some story about him being an abnoxious drunk and told him that he shouldn’t have been riding the waitresses like a cowboy. He loved it. I filled my counterpart Lori in about our golden boy from Iraq down at the end of the bar. She goes down to thank him for his services in Iraq. He replies, “I am just doing my job. Thank you for being my hot bartender!” Of course Lori loves it. She says, “Honey, do you know how old I am?” “No?!, 24ehhh” With laughter, “No hun, how about 11yrs older.” “What? 11 girlfriends? You are too hot! Thanks for being my bartender!” Lori replies to Curtis’s gf, “Keep this boy!” He told me later on that it just felt great being home with friends and family on his birthday.

Truly a great guy.

— More stuff about my weekend later —