Ready for Season...

...in other ways. Marko is our newest bartender and he is from Croatia. He admittedly had never worked as a bartender, but agreed to train relentlessly under two of the most harsh teachers in the world: The Wild Hun of Austria, Ditmar and the ferocious, former Israeli commando, Amit. Many of us Ladies of Society with a Past would circle the main, outside bar as his training went on. Talking behind our fans as Ditmar curse in German, pounding his fist, stomping the floor, crying, "NO, God damn it Ve don't do it dat vay!" We found it fascinating and to our liking; it was almost sensual. At other times we watched from a distance as Amit firmly held a glass in front of him and demanded "How many ounces is this, can't you remember?"

It worked; for someone who did not know what a martini was the first day, he made remarkable strides. I ashamedly remember seeing that he had forgotten his notebook the first night and opened it. The first entry was "Gin and Tonic: Pour gin in glass, add tonic." I could read no more.

I, of course, was more gentle in my teachings. The first day he had the bar to himself, he asked what should he wear. I said, "As little as possible." "Wha...What?" he stammered. "Simply put, Marko: the less you wear the more you make. Look around you; look at your fellow workers."

He looked, and never turned back to look again.