Someone asked me if I’d also write about some crazy stories I’ve had from my bartending days. I have quite a lot.  And I’m sure I’ll remember more over time. But one story represents a common theme I experienced in bars a lot. One place I worked in was a …

Once, I was eating dinner in an Irish pub with some work contacts.  None of us were particularly good friends–we were just together because we had participated in an event together. One of the girls mused, I love this bar!  Then shoved her beer glass in her purse. On the …

As I mentioned before, my brand new laptop died a fiery non-eventful death. Turns out it was a few days past the store return policy, so I had to send it to the manufacturer for repair. I reached out on Twitter, but after not hearing anything, I called the company on …