Bartending is an art form. I totally believe that. And I don’t mean the show-offy bottle tossing, super-fancy pouring so often played up in television and movies. What I am talking about is precision. Intuition. A steady, practiced hand. The ability to build a drink that is nuanced and delicate or powerful and complex. Bartending is something done best by those who wholely love it.

I, however, do not.

Because bartending is so much more than mixing cocktails. It requires a fondness for people I can’t quite muster. It requires one move fast and think fast and talk fast. You are not only the beer-pourer you are the buddy, the sports expert, the hot little number. And you have to pretend to enjoy it all.
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