A Neato Neon That is Not For Long

East Village, somewhere near 2nd @ A Street

Near where I used to work at Waikiki Wally's Lounge**,

NYC~ 3/3/07

With electronics disposable more than never before, how much more time does this East Village small business have on this earth? Not long. Sure, DeeAnne and I still own VCRs and our entire cassette tape collections, but...we're weird. And old. So, fuck off.

** I worked at Wally's as a bartender for approximately two months. Same owners as Lucky Cheng's. Incidentally, same kitchen. (Literally: the two buildings shared kitchen, accessed thru a maze-like set-up)

Plusses:

• Wally's had an fun location. Plus an exotic talking bird named Wally who was unfortunately abused by "Lucky Cheng" himself (same kitchen, remember), the restaurant's amiable yet geriatric Asian mascot of sorts, who exposed a shoulder-perched Wally to constant second-hand smoke whilst he stocked the bar with beer and liquor.

Minuses:

• The incredibly complicated drink menu which was comprised entirely of tropical drinks made from no less than 8 ingredients each--all requiring fresh-squeezed lime juice (No Rose's would do) and countless umbrellas and fresh cut fruits--rendering me (the bartender) no more than a dollar each per drink per tip from cheap queens, regardless of the exhaustive amount of minutes it took to prepare each one. You have no idea how psyched I was when patrons ordered a beer.
• The time during closing and counting the till one night when a Drag Queen (post-op) from Lucky's told me that she had her junk "saved in a jar." And it's in her house.
• The time my manager asked me if I was interested in a job cocktailing at Lucky Cheng's Karaoke Lounge a few nights a week--as a Drag King, ie: a woman, dressed as a man, dressed as a woman. Confused? So was I. Freaked out? Insulted? Ok, just me, then.