after i left (without getting my drink), i soul-searched a little, thinking, was i wrong to be upset? i try to be an understanding person. bartenders at hoppin, douchey bars don’t have too easy a job. maybe it pays well, who knows, but it is still hard work. but i think what really gets me was that the person who got preferential treatment was such a entitled-prick archetype. in fact, another person got service before me even though i’d been waiting before her, but she wasn’t waving and bellowing like an imbecile, and my pulse stayed normal.

are entitled pricks good tippers? this one tipped $5 on a $35 tab.

so i took a stroll to heaven’s dog with the hopes that jackie patterson would be there. she wasn’t. i nonetheless enjoyed a couple of very fine drinks:

biarritz monk buck – armagnac, yellow chartreuse, lime, ginger
rattlesnake – rye, lemon, syrup, egg white, absinthe

no progress on the employment front.

tonight i will take a break from the ‘learn the classics’ series and instead mix something with the peaches that big sister and stuntman b are growing in their yard.