Come Sail Away
July, 2011
THE BAR I work at, the Bar in Lincoln, Nebraska, is considered the place you make your last stop of the night. So by the time people get here, they aren't always in their right mind and have a tendency to throw their inhibitions to the wind. Let's just say I have seen my fair share of bare ta-tas. GROWING UP in Nebraska, I had a pet cow and two pet sheep. They were birthday presents from my grandpa. IT'S PRETTY obvious how to get on a bartender's good side: Tip early and often. I don't work for...
