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Neighborhood: Northeast PortlandI have some really crazy stories from all of the years I have worked with adolescents with developmental disabilities and severe emotional disturbance. For example, the "poo party" a client had with the shit that had been left clogged in his toilet for days, sexual perversions around Stuart Little or pull up diapers, interrupting quid pro quo blow jobs for video game privileges, yeast infection pustules on balls, female "inserters," strep butt, being bit and punched in the face, etc. Working here, however, was far more insane. Where do I begin...After coming here for a dance party or two, I decided to ask the manager if they were hiring. He looks me up and down and invites me in the back to start filling out W-4's and I-9's. I have absolutely no experience bar tending. I just needed a break from the crazies. Little did I know how similar bar tending would be to working in mental health. Train hopping alcoholic gutter punks taking shots of used fryer grease for a free pabst; wall to wall metal kids standing on tables, smashing cups, grabbing my ass as I bus; crackheads selling their bodies and stealing the screens from our faucets for their pipes in the bathroom; racist Gypsy Joker ex-con's from their biker clubhouse across the street offering to put up "White Only" signs to "protect me;" race riots, drug deals, naked dance parties, basement debauchery, pabst on ice, the Tasmanian Devil, I could go on. I can't believe I worked there for as long as I did! As a bartender however, I did score lots of free alcohol, received various mixtapes and marriage proposals from lonely alcoholics, and was able to hang out with friends on the clock during their dance nights, shows, and weekly America's Next Top Model or L Word events. I probably would have stuck around longer if that 4th time I got fired didn't finally stick.
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This is a bit of a R.I.P.
I remember getting the call. "You really gotta go out with us tonight, I swear it's the most fun ever." Why the hell would I go to a dive/sports bar on a Monday night? Because I would soon find out that on Monday Nights the place went crazy with great music and dancing with some of the best people Portland has to offer. Sorry you missed it dog, sorry you missed it.
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