Straight as an arrow

So I got my first taste of bartenderhood Saturday night, but not the way many of you heard through the grapevine.

Yes, I begrudgingly missed Bobby's hotty McHot hot mom serving BBQ and beer Friday night in order to work at the Cheerful Tortoise, and that was the original plan Saturday night. Working at the Tortoise was pretty kickass. Hot servers, sports bar atmosphere, lots of beer. My kind of place. However, since I was technically still stuck on *intern* status I was not making money; just getting a reference for when I try and get a real job.

So as I prepared myself for another 6pm-3am shift Saturday afternoon, my phone rang. It was my bartending instructor calling to ask how the previous night went -- yet already knowing how things went by talking to the manager earlier in the day. His real purpose for calling: to offer me a paid opportunity. Apparently, I kicked enough ass that when he heard that a bartender was needed at the last minute, he thought of me. The job needed a younger guy, good looking, well dressed, and able to drive out near the airport. There had to be a catch, and -- indeed -- there was.

I was to be working at The Viewpoint, a popular strip club out on 82nd and Killingsworth in Ptown. The Viewpoint has two bars: 1) your typical female dance/male patron side, -AND- 2) a weekend all-male revue for female patrons. They wanted me to work the bar on the male dancer side.

I know what many of you are thinking... "Well, that finally answers all the questions we had about Keanan," etc. etc.

Truth be told, I never saw an ass or a guy's junk the entire night. I had more of a problem with the hundreds of Mrs. Robinson's hitting on me because they liked the booze a little too much. I worked approximately 5 hours, without much of a break, but made $200 dollars. And that, according to management, was on a low night with the women tipping poorly.

So it's possible I may have to work there again before my move out to Spokealoo. I dunno, I wouldn't be too excited to re-live that experience. However, the money is good, and I could get used to routinely putting in $200 untaxed dollars into my pocket every night. As the Rev put it best: "Becoming a bartender maybe was the smartest thing