That title might be misleading. I don’t dance.
That is, until last Thursday night.
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That title might be misleading. I don’t dance.
That is, until last Thursday night.
I’ve been in a lot of bars in my life (oh, stop bragging, Al) and even worked in a few of them. The best bar I’ve ever went to and worked at was Mary’s Husband’s Pub in Belmar, NJ. Now if you think working at a bar that you loved would be fun…
...you’d be wrong.
I believe there are rules of etiquette that are ingrained, or embedded, by some long-forgotten moments in time that we follow throughout our lives.
I was not a coffee person, not as a teenager, not as a young adult, or as an adult. That was until I started to work in corporate America and then, boy oh boy, did I drink coffee.
Back in the late seventies, just out of high school, anything was an excuse for a house party. Of course, none of us had houses, but our parents did. The best house for a party at this time was at my friend Woody’s parent’s house.
By Guest Blogger KLC - Then, one night, I posted on my Facebook page, “Dear Santa: I want an iPad and a trip to Utah this year for Christmas.”