Hello all you sun worshipers!
Today is Lilac Festival in my home city. It's a great little festival that showcases all the small business and artistic talents of the inner cities fine folks; it brings people in from all over the city, to frolic the usually busy 4th street and the subculture along the way down 17th Ave. I love the 'hippy' undertone of the whole festival and the way it attracts people from all walks of life.
Today is also a special day at my work. As a guy who's family and heart have been touched by Cancer; I have to take this opportunity to tell you all about the happenings at the Yardhouse on 17th Ave today, we are throwing a bit of a party. This party isn't the normal Lilac Festival type of shindig; rather this party is for a very solid cause, The Ride to Conquer Cancer. My manager and friend, Sean Parker, has put together a spectacular affair today; all in the name of his mother Penny Parker and her battle with breast cancer. He has mustard up some live music, some great people, some loyal staff members and a whole lot of interested minds.
In an industry that is money hungry and somewhat devout of heart; Parker has managed to convince the owners to donate all the food and beverage sales on the day to the cause, he has also without a word, convinced staff to donate their time and wages to the cause as well. I myself am taking it a step further; I will be donating ALL of my tips on the day to the cause, I will also enlist the help of all my friends and followers to come on down and have something to eat and drink...remember that EVERYTHING is being donated!
I promise you all a good time and I also appreciate any of you who do take the time out to swing by and say hi. The band starts around 2PM and the festivities will be going on all day and all night. If you or anyone you know has been touched by cancer in any way; this is your chance to help find a cure, please don't hesitate to come on in and have a good time.
Pouring all day for free so come see me!
-Digiddy
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Day Ten At the Office
Good day all you beer guzzlers!
Today is a good day! I could honestly stop right there with no more to add; you know me though, I will for sure add my two cents about a whole lot..good day or bad, I will NOT be silenced.
I guess to explain myself a little more clearly; I will tell you all a little bit about my weekend, I will talk a bit about a buddy of mine we will call 'Sherm' (to protect his real identity) and his trendy/obsessive taste for a new beer out there. I will also touch on my first slow pitch game of the season and how we had our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men. Lastly I will bring up yet again how my buddy 'Sherm' is a total lush and could possibly be convinced to drink almost anything that is alcohol based. As a post script I will give my two cents about the over use of 'FML' in 90% of all facebook users status updates these days (I mean seriously people, they don't even use 'FML' on twitter, so lets get with it already!) and how this is something that should be contributed to the EMO culture (YOU ALL NEED HUGS).
WOW! I can't even believe I'm doing this (referring to 'this' as 'doing something somebody told me to do...*clears throat*...rhmhmshermmmhmm); I'm actually complying to a request from facebook, I'm writing this blog solely because I was told to. You see normally when someone tells me what to do I sit back and contemplate all the possible outcomes of my actions; I rarely act out of emotion as this is the nature of the Taurus, this is who I am. In this instance however; I am choosing to go ahead with the literal thrashing of a new beer that has recently hit the markets and is slowly suckering millions of people into paying waaaay too much for a watered down beer with a splash of bar lime. I honestly kind of feel like a thief every time I sell one of these pricey and for the most part flavorless beverages. For fear of legal repercussions I will not call a spade a spade; so no names will be used when referring to this watered down trash tasting, sorry/pathetic excuse for a beer. This weekend I received and signed for a shipment of booze at work; in this shipment I unloaded eight cases of a new product for an existing line of beer, one might even call it the hypathetical 'King of Beers'. I myself wouldn't know anything about that. I knew as I was hauling the booze order into the bar that this beer was going to sky rocket off out of the coolers and back up wells. It was a beautiful day and the outside temperature was high so the patio was full; order after order I watched as the caps went popping off this extraordinarely priced drink of water with a touch of beer and bar lime, I couldn't help but shake my head as the masses once again, completely crumbled and conformed to the trickery of the big beer companies that can so obviously fool people into paying 37% more for a smaller bottle of beer (with less alcohol) while smack dab in the middle of a financial crisis and an economic recession.
I don't really want to say it's a bad thing, but I have noticed more people are coming out to drink instead of paying the ridiculous price of twenty seven and change for a twelve of watered down bar lime with a splash of beer.
So I think I've spent enough time on that whole subject; just remember people, this my opinion and it doesn't really mean much unless you allow it to.
This past Sunday I played my first game of the season in a slow pitch league. I had a lot of fun; our team was even more fun, we couldn't play worth a shit. I didn't really care that we lost as bad as we did (no way I'm gunna tell you the final score); all that mattered was how much fun it was! I got to pitch and play short stop and back catch and I smashed the ball a couple times and made it on base a couple times and caught a fly ball and even umped towards the end. I got a really sweet tan line from my sleeveless under armour shirt and a sweet tan line from my under armour wrist sweat band; I may have also gotten a touch too much sun, I wasn't feeling too hot later that night. Now as I said before; we got our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men, that statement remains true, howwever I am happy to say that we did have a couple stars on our team (thanx Gil and Mallory). I look forward to playing some more games with the Beckham's crew, thanx a lot for letting me join in.
Now for the last thing on the agenda and this ones a good one; I have noticed another really cool trend that has surfaced on facebook, I'm talking about the abundant overuse of the abreviated saying of 'fuck my life' (FML). I really don't want to dwell on this for anymore time than I think it's wprth, so as lpng as I pwn a cpmputpr, there's absplutely NP way I will let a trend pn facebppk influence me! Seriupsly pepple! GRPW UP!! Get a hug and mpve pn! <
This Bud's for you Sherm,
-Digiddy
Today is a good day! I could honestly stop right there with no more to add; you know me though, I will for sure add my two cents about a whole lot..good day or bad, I will NOT be silenced.
I guess to explain myself a little more clearly; I will tell you all a little bit about my weekend, I will talk a bit about a buddy of mine we will call 'Sherm' (to protect his real identity) and his trendy/obsessive taste for a new beer out there. I will also touch on my first slow pitch game of the season and how we had our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men. Lastly I will bring up yet again how my buddy 'Sherm' is a total lush and could possibly be convinced to drink almost anything that is alcohol based. As a post script I will give my two cents about the over use of 'FML' in 90% of all facebook users status updates these days (I mean seriously people, they don't even use 'FML' on twitter, so lets get with it already!) and how this is something that should be contributed to the EMO culture (YOU ALL NEED HUGS).
WOW! I can't even believe I'm doing this (referring to 'this' as 'doing something somebody told me to do...*clears throat*...rhmhmshermmmhmm); I'm actually complying to a request from facebook, I'm writing this blog solely because I was told to. You see normally when someone tells me what to do I sit back and contemplate all the possible outcomes of my actions; I rarely act out of emotion as this is the nature of the Taurus, this is who I am. In this instance however; I am choosing to go ahead with the literal thrashing of a new beer that has recently hit the markets and is slowly suckering millions of people into paying waaaay too much for a watered down beer with a splash of bar lime. I honestly kind of feel like a thief every time I sell one of these pricey and for the most part flavorless beverages. For fear of legal repercussions I will not call a spade a spade; so no names will be used when referring to this watered down trash tasting, sorry/pathetic excuse for a beer. This weekend I received and signed for a shipment of booze at work; in this shipment I unloaded eight cases of a new product for an existing line of beer, one might even call it the hypathetical 'King of Beers'. I myself wouldn't know anything about that. I knew as I was hauling the booze order into the bar that this beer was going to sky rocket off out of the coolers and back up wells. It was a beautiful day and the outside temperature was high so the patio was full; order after order I watched as the caps went popping off this extraordinarely priced drink of water with a touch of beer and bar lime, I couldn't help but shake my head as the masses once again, completely crumbled and conformed to the trickery of the big beer companies that can so obviously fool people into paying 37% more for a smaller bottle of beer (with less alcohol) while smack dab in the middle of a financial crisis and an economic recession.
I don't really want to say it's a bad thing, but I have noticed more people are coming out to drink instead of paying the ridiculous price of twenty seven and change for a twelve of watered down bar lime with a splash of beer.
So I think I've spent enough time on that whole subject; just remember people, this my opinion and it doesn't really mean much unless you allow it to.
This past Sunday I played my first game of the season in a slow pitch league. I had a lot of fun; our team was even more fun, we couldn't play worth a shit. I didn't really care that we lost as bad as we did (no way I'm gunna tell you the final score); all that mattered was how much fun it was! I got to pitch and play short stop and back catch and I smashed the ball a couple times and made it on base a couple times and caught a fly ball and even umped towards the end. I got a really sweet tan line from my sleeveless under armour shirt and a sweet tan line from my under armour wrist sweat band; I may have also gotten a touch too much sun, I wasn't feeling too hot later that night. Now as I said before; we got our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men, that statement remains true, howwever I am happy to say that we did have a couple stars on our team (thanx Gil and Mallory). I look forward to playing some more games with the Beckham's crew, thanx a lot for letting me join in.
Now for the last thing on the agenda and this ones a good one; I have noticed another really cool trend that has surfaced on facebook, I'm talking about the abundant overuse of the abreviated saying of 'fuck my life' (FML). I really don't want to dwell on this for anymore time than I think it's wprth, so as lpng as I pwn a cpmputpr, there's absplutely NP way I will let a trend pn facebppk influence me! Seriupsly pepple! GRPW UP!! Get a hug and mpve pn! <
This Bud's for you Sherm,
-Digiddy
Friday, May 22, 2009
Day Nine At the Office
Hello all you lush's!
To start; I would like to say thank you again to all the people who have given me positive feed back on my blog posts, you people are the reason I write. Second; I have to say sorry for taking a couple days off, I have been busy with life....it's kind of unavoidable.
So now that I've got all that out of the way I can get down to business. Today I celebrated Christmas; I know it's a little odd seeing as how it's May 22nd and all, but it's a true story..I had me a lil X-mas action this A.M.
It's funny how we always get so excited when we know that we're going to be on the receiving end of a present; it's almost as though our 'kid' instincts kick in and the build up becomes unbearable, doesn't matter if we know what the present is, all that matters is that we will be receiving something we didn't have before. This morning I had my new T.V. delivered and set up; the very T.V. I picked out a week earlier and had full knowledge of it's arrival date and time, none of that mattered. Last night I worked myself up so much with anticipation for the arrival of the TV this morning; I could barely sleep and I was acting like a kid on Christmas Eve, I may have gone a little over board with the cookies and milk, but like I said..I was EXCITED! I woke up earlier than I ever have without an alarm clock this morning; I knew I had four hours to kill before the delivery, but I couldn't contain my excitement in the form of sleep any longer.
After all the fuss and buss and about two hours after they arrived; I was staring at heaven on my wall, my eyes were glued to the floating glass screen of my brand new plasma, the delivery guys even stuck around for about a half an hour after..they couldn't stop watching the frame channel with me. I swear it was like a scene out of a movie; I saw a glorious bright light as they turned the power on, I heard birds flapping in the background, my nose picked up the angelic aroma of blissful sea breeze. Turns out my GF had opened the double french doors that lead to the balcony; this frightened the birds that were eating the bread crumbs, the bright light I saw was actually the screen of the TV searching for a signal for the first time and the aroma I was smelling was the GF lighting a Febreeze candle in the other room. Either way; the experience was memorable, the moment was magical and I was half chubbed just to be viewing such magnificent beauty, stealing all the attention in the room and turning heads left, right and centre.
All in all I would say that I am extremely happy today and I can't wait to watch the fights tomorrow night on the new plasma. There's an open invite for anyone who has my number and wishes to call and swing over to experience the ultimate in viewing pleasure. Until then, she's all mine..you can find me in the blueray isle at Blockbuster this weekend.
Cheers to all,
-Digiddy
To start; I would like to say thank you again to all the people who have given me positive feed back on my blog posts, you people are the reason I write. Second; I have to say sorry for taking a couple days off, I have been busy with life....it's kind of unavoidable.
So now that I've got all that out of the way I can get down to business. Today I celebrated Christmas; I know it's a little odd seeing as how it's May 22nd and all, but it's a true story..I had me a lil X-mas action this A.M.
It's funny how we always get so excited when we know that we're going to be on the receiving end of a present; it's almost as though our 'kid' instincts kick in and the build up becomes unbearable, doesn't matter if we know what the present is, all that matters is that we will be receiving something we didn't have before. This morning I had my new T.V. delivered and set up; the very T.V. I picked out a week earlier and had full knowledge of it's arrival date and time, none of that mattered. Last night I worked myself up so much with anticipation for the arrival of the TV this morning; I could barely sleep and I was acting like a kid on Christmas Eve, I may have gone a little over board with the cookies and milk, but like I said..I was EXCITED! I woke up earlier than I ever have without an alarm clock this morning; I knew I had four hours to kill before the delivery, but I couldn't contain my excitement in the form of sleep any longer.
After all the fuss and buss and about two hours after they arrived; I was staring at heaven on my wall, my eyes were glued to the floating glass screen of my brand new plasma, the delivery guys even stuck around for about a half an hour after..they couldn't stop watching the frame channel with me. I swear it was like a scene out of a movie; I saw a glorious bright light as they turned the power on, I heard birds flapping in the background, my nose picked up the angelic aroma of blissful sea breeze. Turns out my GF had opened the double french doors that lead to the balcony; this frightened the birds that were eating the bread crumbs, the bright light I saw was actually the screen of the TV searching for a signal for the first time and the aroma I was smelling was the GF lighting a Febreeze candle in the other room. Either way; the experience was memorable, the moment was magical and I was half chubbed just to be viewing such magnificent beauty, stealing all the attention in the room and turning heads left, right and centre.
All in all I would say that I am extremely happy today and I can't wait to watch the fights tomorrow night on the new plasma. There's an open invite for anyone who has my number and wishes to call and swing over to experience the ultimate in viewing pleasure. Until then, she's all mine..you can find me in the blueray isle at Blockbuster this weekend.
Cheers to all,
-Digiddy
Monday, May 18, 2009
Day Eight At the Office
Howdy Cowtown peeps!
So first of all I have to take a quick minute to big up the Calgary Police for taking such good care of our city streets.
This morning I walked out the back door of my building; only to step directly into the remnant's of an obvious (and every day occurrence) overnight crack binge, no doubt left behind by one of the Beltline's many crack heads. As I stepped over the discarded tools of the trade effectively and creatively conjured up out of an empty pop can and a Bic lighter, I recalled the headlines in the Calgary news papers this last week. As I remember reading about all the arrests the Calgary Police have made in and around my area of residence; I thought to myself, what a relief. As I stood on 17th ave today; after being called out to the street from the local Subway I was standing inside of, I wondered why the Police weren't doing anything about the middle aged man I had just witnessed jay walk across a part of 17th ave that I also recall as a location of a previous accident involving the death of a young lady who was jay walking. I then also wondered why they weren't doing anything about the guy I just saw hock a massive loogey (which I was recently informed is highly illegal and massively policed in our city) on 17th ave directly in fornt of a very high traffic establishment known as Melrose Cafe and Bar; I then stopped wondering why the cities finest were too tied up to handle these minor infractions of the law, they were clearly too busy (as the officer kindly put it) "handling me" at the moment. You see today has been a very trying day for me; I have been dodging curve balls all day and working very hard at staying as positive as I possibly can be, no matter how ill fated my life may seem.
To clarify the above drab I just layed out for you all; today I recived my very first ever fine for 'spitting in public', the fine will set me back a hundred dollars and a day off of work to go pay it.
I would say that I agree with the fine except that I didn't actually 'spit' as defined in the criminal code; I did not at all reliev from my mouth any bodily fluids whatsoever, it was a piece of stail gum. I also discarded of the gum in an alley and not in a direct public walk way; I would like to think that would constitute a rather appropriate form of discardment, but I guess the hard working officer of the cities formal 'Gang Unit' didn't see it that way. Aside from not even actually catching me in the so called 'act of' spitting; I had already left the scene of the alleged infraction, I was next up to order my lunch at the very moment the officer called me out side to over emphasive the fact that he doesn;t like 'spitter's' as he refferred to me as. At the end of the whole incident I felt somewhat enforced and very safe knowing that I had been tought such a valuable life lesson; I can still hear the kind officers words as he once again reminded me of how much he hated 'spitter's', he said to me as he handed me the ticket: "I guess it's a lesson learned".
Ladies and gentlemen I am hear to tell you all about the moral of this story; plain and simple, mean people suck and nice people swallow! SO just remember the now etched into my brain words of the officer today ('lesson learned') and know (this is more for the ladies) that nothing good ever comes from 'spitting', so please, please, PLEASE learn to swallow and the world will be a better place.
Irish Car Bomb's for all,
-Digiddy
So first of all I have to take a quick minute to big up the Calgary Police for taking such good care of our city streets.
This morning I walked out the back door of my building; only to step directly into the remnant's of an obvious (and every day occurrence) overnight crack binge, no doubt left behind by one of the Beltline's many crack heads. As I stepped over the discarded tools of the trade effectively and creatively conjured up out of an empty pop can and a Bic lighter, I recalled the headlines in the Calgary news papers this last week. As I remember reading about all the arrests the Calgary Police have made in and around my area of residence; I thought to myself, what a relief. As I stood on 17th ave today; after being called out to the street from the local Subway I was standing inside of, I wondered why the Police weren't doing anything about the middle aged man I had just witnessed jay walk across a part of 17th ave that I also recall as a location of a previous accident involving the death of a young lady who was jay walking. I then also wondered why they weren't doing anything about the guy I just saw hock a massive loogey (which I was recently informed is highly illegal and massively policed in our city) on 17th ave directly in fornt of a very high traffic establishment known as Melrose Cafe and Bar; I then stopped wondering why the cities finest were too tied up to handle these minor infractions of the law, they were clearly too busy (as the officer kindly put it) "handling me" at the moment. You see today has been a very trying day for me; I have been dodging curve balls all day and working very hard at staying as positive as I possibly can be, no matter how ill fated my life may seem.
To clarify the above drab I just layed out for you all; today I recived my very first ever fine for 'spitting in public', the fine will set me back a hundred dollars and a day off of work to go pay it.
I would say that I agree with the fine except that I didn't actually 'spit' as defined in the criminal code; I did not at all reliev from my mouth any bodily fluids whatsoever, it was a piece of stail gum. I also discarded of the gum in an alley and not in a direct public walk way; I would like to think that would constitute a rather appropriate form of discardment, but I guess the hard working officer of the cities formal 'Gang Unit' didn't see it that way. Aside from not even actually catching me in the so called 'act of' spitting; I had already left the scene of the alleged infraction, I was next up to order my lunch at the very moment the officer called me out side to over emphasive the fact that he doesn;t like 'spitter's' as he refferred to me as. At the end of the whole incident I felt somewhat enforced and very safe knowing that I had been tought such a valuable life lesson; I can still hear the kind officers words as he once again reminded me of how much he hated 'spitter's', he said to me as he handed me the ticket: "I guess it's a lesson learned".
Ladies and gentlemen I am hear to tell you all about the moral of this story; plain and simple, mean people suck and nice people swallow! SO just remember the now etched into my brain words of the officer today ('lesson learned') and know (this is more for the ladies) that nothing good ever comes from 'spitting', so please, please, PLEASE learn to swallow and the world will be a better place.
Irish Car Bomb's for all,
-Digiddy
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Day Seven At the Office
Good day fellow earthlings.
I know what you're going to say; working on a Sunday is sac religious, well I'm not one to worry about those types of things. Not to say I don't have my belief structure; I just merely don't believe in powerful idles other than the internet, I mean let's face it, at least I know the internet actually exists.
Anyway people; I am just popping in to lay down a good luck to the Lakers and to shout out the people who keep coming back for more, thanx to those of you who have messaged me on other social networking sites to tell me you've read and enjoyed my blog. It really does mean a lot to me to know that I'm not just banging away aimlessly on the keys of this here board attatched to my computer. I will be back tomorrow with some stories about my ridiculously good looking family and our whacky adventures (always fun) at a family bbq taking place later today. Stay tuned for more!
Next rounds on me,
-Digiddy
I know what you're going to say; working on a Sunday is sac religious, well I'm not one to worry about those types of things. Not to say I don't have my belief structure; I just merely don't believe in powerful idles other than the internet, I mean let's face it, at least I know the internet actually exists.
Anyway people; I am just popping in to lay down a good luck to the Lakers and to shout out the people who keep coming back for more, thanx to those of you who have messaged me on other social networking sites to tell me you've read and enjoyed my blog. It really does mean a lot to me to know that I'm not just banging away aimlessly on the keys of this here board attatched to my computer. I will be back tomorrow with some stories about my ridiculously good looking family and our whacky adventures (always fun) at a family bbq taking place later today. Stay tuned for more!
Next rounds on me,
-Digiddy
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Day Six At the Office
Good morning happy campers!
It's gunna be short and sweet today. It's May long weekend and in my eyes it's really just another weekend. I kind of feel as though long weekends are a tad bit overrated; I mean in my industry every weekend is a long weekend and if you want to really get technical, the whole week sort of feels like a weekend to me. I do understand that for people who have full time jobs and work their butts off day in and day out; a long weekend is just what the doctor ordered, however for me, I usually end up finding myself in a profession that doesn't celebrate long weekends. Tha being said, it is my personal opinion that long weekends are not really all that hype.
Aside form that; I got a new T.V. yesterday, it's frickin sweet! It was a long time coming since my old T.V. was on its last leg and often turned itself off whenever it fealt like it. I have to admitt I was torn between plasma and LCD; I walked in with full intentions of getting an LCD, but after talking to the sales rep and reading a few new things they have changed about plasma screen technology, I changed my mind and got a plasma instead. Can't wait for thedelivery ad set up next week!
Anyway, I have to make it to the gym before I haul ass into work for the day where I no doubt will be slammed from open till close pouring beers and slingin' shots. It's a beautfiul day, so make sure you all come check me out behind the bar at the Yardhouse on 17th Ave.
Happy May Long,
-Digiddy
It's gunna be short and sweet today. It's May long weekend and in my eyes it's really just another weekend. I kind of feel as though long weekends are a tad bit overrated; I mean in my industry every weekend is a long weekend and if you want to really get technical, the whole week sort of feels like a weekend to me. I do understand that for people who have full time jobs and work their butts off day in and day out; a long weekend is just what the doctor ordered, however for me, I usually end up finding myself in a profession that doesn't celebrate long weekends. Tha being said, it is my personal opinion that long weekends are not really all that hype.
Aside form that; I got a new T.V. yesterday, it's frickin sweet! It was a long time coming since my old T.V. was on its last leg and often turned itself off whenever it fealt like it. I have to admitt I was torn between plasma and LCD; I walked in with full intentions of getting an LCD, but after talking to the sales rep and reading a few new things they have changed about plasma screen technology, I changed my mind and got a plasma instead. Can't wait for thedelivery ad set up next week!
Anyway, I have to make it to the gym before I haul ass into work for the day where I no doubt will be slammed from open till close pouring beers and slingin' shots. It's a beautfiul day, so make sure you all come check me out behind the bar at the Yardhouse on 17th Ave.
Happy May Long,
-Digiddy
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Day Five At the Office
Morning happy campers:)
This weekend marks my one year anniversary working at the Yardhouse on 17th Ave. It's funny how much changes in a year; yet I remember (somewhat) like it was just yesterday, still a bit hazy though because I was damn near kidney failure with the amount of pints I had consumed. What i do remember is pretty clear though; I was sitting at one of the side tables with a couple friends, we were drinking pint after pint of Ricard's White and the night was quickly getting away from us. I recall Dwight Davis (manager at the time) approaching me and asking if I wanted to work the door on the weekends; of course I was more than happy to accept the offer, little did I know it would turn into a whole lot more for me. The night I was offered the job was a Wednesday if I recall correctly; either way, I was sitting with my friend Tiffany and a couple other people that I don't remember, we were basically drunk and not letting up as the evening went on.
I worked the entire summer and had a blast! It was around late August when I went in during lunch hour to collect my paycheck; Sean Parker (manager) was standing behind the bar pouring drinks and cursing the day bartender that had just quit, I guess I was in the right place at the right time and Parker offered me the job. I started that very day and haven't slowed down or looked back since; I have actually grown fond of the employee's and a few of the regulars, one could say that I actually enjoy my job.
So here I am; a year later and thousands of drinks poured since, I like what I do and because of that it makes me a happy person in my everyday life. If you haven't heard of or visited the Yardhouse I strongly suggest that you do. We play great music and offer great food and a comfortable atmosphere; if you're a singe guy or girl, the Yardhouse is the place to be on a Friday and Saturday night! See you all soon!
Happy Hour is dead,
-Digiddy
This weekend marks my one year anniversary working at the Yardhouse on 17th Ave. It's funny how much changes in a year; yet I remember (somewhat) like it was just yesterday, still a bit hazy though because I was damn near kidney failure with the amount of pints I had consumed. What i do remember is pretty clear though; I was sitting at one of the side tables with a couple friends, we were drinking pint after pint of Ricard's White and the night was quickly getting away from us. I recall Dwight Davis (manager at the time) approaching me and asking if I wanted to work the door on the weekends; of course I was more than happy to accept the offer, little did I know it would turn into a whole lot more for me. The night I was offered the job was a Wednesday if I recall correctly; either way, I was sitting with my friend Tiffany and a couple other people that I don't remember, we were basically drunk and not letting up as the evening went on.
I worked the entire summer and had a blast! It was around late August when I went in during lunch hour to collect my paycheck; Sean Parker (manager) was standing behind the bar pouring drinks and cursing the day bartender that had just quit, I guess I was in the right place at the right time and Parker offered me the job. I started that very day and haven't slowed down or looked back since; I have actually grown fond of the employee's and a few of the regulars, one could say that I actually enjoy my job.
So here I am; a year later and thousands of drinks poured since, I like what I do and because of that it makes me a happy person in my everyday life. If you haven't heard of or visited the Yardhouse I strongly suggest that you do. We play great music and offer great food and a comfortable atmosphere; if you're a singe guy or girl, the Yardhouse is the place to be on a Friday and Saturday night! See you all soon!
Happy Hour is dead,
-Digiddy
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