Finding drinking partners after a long holiday weekend is tough. My usual suspects were all at home, nursing their hangovers (both moral and physical), cowering under blankets on the couch, dodging my calls, regretting certain weekend decisions and choking back the shakes with every stale breath. I imagined them all sweating profusely, looking like they'd just come out of surgery, futilely fighting their demons and twitching every time an extra loud Gallery Furniture ad came on the tube. But I didn't care if they had a pile of TPS reports to finish and a PowerPoint presentation due first thing in the morning. I had a deadline too, damn it. Nights like this, I'm thankful for trusty bartenders like... More >>>