Ramblin’ Sam

I went on a life-altering journey for six months. In that time, I’ve seen a French man making love to a wall and cried with a friend when we saw the Eiffel Tower; gawked at a sex show in Amsterdam; hopped from island to island in Greece; stood at the top of Jungfrau mountain in Switzerland; swam in Loch Ness but didn’t see Nessy; acquired the gift of … Continue reading Ramblin’ Sam

Night Shift & Happy Hour

Today was my last day of bartending. It’s bittersweet. Exactly one year ago naive and quiet me began working at The Last Resort. I wouldn’t speak unless spoken to; I kept my opinions to myself. Bartending was horrifying at first. I had to serve drinks to people who were nearly double my age and older. They’ve been around; they know their beer. How was I, eighteen-year-old barely … Continue reading Night Shift & Happy Hour