March 2006 Archives
Why
do bartenders choose to steal when I'm seated at their bar? I must attract bad
juju, a lightning rod for malfeasance. I regularly catch them ripping off the
house out of the corners of my eyes. I see it done right done right in front of
me. It's enough to make me want to stay home.
Here
it is, my notebook from the Nightclub & Bar Show. It was buried in the bag
of stuff that invariably follows you home from the "The Show," the one
containing the odd assortment of sales brochures, liquor samples, promotional
key chains and wind shield scrapers, hangover cures and radioactive condoms you
pick up walking the aisles of the exhibition floor. Despite my best intentions
to come back and cull through the stuff, file the junk and chuck the rest, I
typically cram the bag under my desk to collect dust.