It’s almost hump day happy hour and you could use a bar shot. Maybe two or three. Right now. At your desk. From that little canister holding your ballpoint pens. Unfortunately, the last person who did that is currently at home watching day time television in his bathrobe eating a soggy bowl of Froot Loops.
As you await the strike of 5 o’clock, NolaVie is bringing the bar to you. Each Wednesday we will feature a new set of snapshots from a New Orleans bar, as told by your local bartenders -- because the only thing stranger than New Orleanians are New Orleanians when they're drinking:
- Guy at the bar who just asked another guy to help him learn to be more "rough and tumble." Guys who are "rough and tumble" would never ask that question. Lesson 1. You're welcome.
- No one knows my secret hatred of boas. They were sent from Satan to make sweeping a bar a pain in the ass.
- Rule: you're not allowed to complain about a smoky bar while you're smoking a cigarette.
- (Socially awkward) Man trying to pick up woman in bar: "I actually played a lot of squash in college..." This is going nowhere fast.
Check back next Wednesday for another round of bar shots.