Standing In The Bar-Personal Narrative

He started locking the door and that was when I began to get curious, but what was I going to do, I was six years old! One morning I remember when I woke up and my dad just screaming at me

Getting ready to go out is a whole event itself. I gather all the essential hair and makeup products, phone and the charger, my attire with the beautiful accessories and lay out everything perfectly across the bathroom counter. I turn on my Christian music, place my phone near a corner and lay the speaker against the wall so my music will surround me in all ways since it gives me life. “I burn for your love. At the stake.” Christian music is part of my routine, it allows me to worship Jesus alongside with awakening my soul. As if it were my ritual, I would curl my hair and put on an acceptable amount of make up every single time. It brings me happiness each time I use my wand just because it always worked tremendously, it never failed to do

Why had these thoughts embedded in me? I don’t know, but it about 45 minutes passed when I crossed Yonge Street. A couple of blocks ahead, to my right, I found “The Fox and Firkin Pub” and walked in. Just as in the dream, I sat down at the bar and asked for a pint of Buzz Amber Lager, but the one who attended me was a 2bot, as it had become common in most establishments and stable businesses. The 2bot was supposed to resemble a young affable and blonde young woman, but like all 2bots, I felt somewhat in a new frontier. Anyway, the 2bot did managed to be friendly with me—uncannily told me, “the night seems enormously white and blue,” and like everyone in the establishment and the crowded streets of Toronto I let myself be carried by normality,

Ever since i was a kid, my parents always told me to never steal anything and never do any piracy. That is one thing that I still and always will follow my entire life. When I was a kid, I stole a candy bar and my parents caught me. I got in big trouble. I had to My day was as normal as ever, after work I came home around 7 p.m. and i'm going to the bar now. I went to “Kevin’s Bar’ and bought myself a $20 drink. I had only $30 left before i was out of money. All the girls saw me buy that expensive drink for myself, seeing that I was at self-pity and they all repelled away from me. Those $30 extra dollars that I had was gone in 10 minutes of self-pity. I was starting to get really drowsy here and there being at the bar for hours and hours. I eventually approached the girls at the V.I.P. area, but they all ignored me and was being dragged away.I got drowsy again. The last thing I heard was screaming and arguing from the girls before the door closed . Something came into my hands before I was dragged away, but i don’t know what it is, anyway I didn't care as long as i got home. I called my wife to bring me home who was later that

I am sitting on the first booth table against the wall by the main entrance at Stella’s in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled my nostrils as I breathe in the stuffy air. All around me are young people who are laughing a little too loudly, flirting with strangers, talking with friends, and playing video games while watching cartoons that are being played all around the bar. There are many people in this bar on a Saturday night at 11:35 pm. There are very little sitting and people coming in and out of various groups of people. Some of the people are losing their balance and attach to a friend or stranger to help them walk in a straight line. The women’s bathroom is packed with women and it is very little to none in

The humidity of a midsummer evening had set in and Lyra was waiting for her parents to leave for Atlantic City for the night. Once her parents had left and gotten a good way down the road she finished showering and made the decision that she needed to go visit Ryan for what could be the last time. Lyra’s parents were strict but in the best way possible. They protected her from things that could hurt her like most parents of young girls would. Ryan was the boy every girl’s father swore against; he was cold and suspicious. For whatever reason this sparked Lyra’s interest, he was a bad car accident and she could not look away. The cigarette smoke on his breath comforted her, and yet put her on edge.

I was walking home from the Bart station in San Francisco one afternoon, heading back to my apartment from work over across the Bay, and walking up the street in front of one of the real classy hotels on Geary Street (The Broadway of SF where all the theaters are). Just before the corner where I turned right (my apartment was right next and above a restaurant which I think it was a Benihana’s) I looked down o the sidewalk in front of me and there, sparkling in the afternoon sun (the fog was strangely absent that afternoon) was a gold bracelet of an intricate design, festooned with diamonds. I looked vintage in origin and the diamonds were not chips but I figured they were probably about a eighth to a quarter karat each, and there were probably 15 or 20 of them.

As a proud Wildcat, I was involved in a myriad of activities. In my local Key Club, I donated over 300 hours of my time to activities such as cancer fundraisers, senior citizen happiness, help to local police and fire departments, set-up classrooms and help teachers throughout the year. As I moved up the leadership ladder as President, I was able to create events specially designated towards improving the community, then as International Key Club Texas-Oklahoma Treasurer I shared, organized and was able to communicate with over 300 club’s budgets and dues to create more service opportunities dedicated to helping local causes. In my local girl scout troop as an ambassador, I found that many young girl orphans located in southern India did not

There have only been a few times in my life that I have genuinely felt fear. One time being when my grandmother had passed away. I felt fear for the family and how things were going to be different. But I also felt fear for the fact that I lost someone that is near and dear to my heart. There have been some other times but most recently this fear has come back. The fear I feel is for my own life. This is because of recent events that had happened down in Orlando. The Pulse Night Club shooting has truly rocked my world and shown me that the world isn’t as beautiful as I thought it was.

I just got off my shift. Working in a bar means staying out late and being exhausted by the end. I stepped out the front door and into the night. The air was bitterly cold, I huddled myself within my coat as I walked down the street to my car. It was close to December, it would be getting much colder. Up in New Hampshire, winter starts in late early November and just keeps getting colder. I opened the frozen door of my little car and climbed in. The engine sputtered when I turned the key.

It's late July, and it's hotter than hell in Austin, but I'm okay. I'm sitting in a back booth in a cave of a bar on South Congress, staying AC cool. I've never been here before, but I feel right at home, absorbing the darkness and quiet jazz, and inhaling that beer-and-bourbon smell you only find in really good, really old dives. The SoCo hipsters won't come near the joint, because they can't get an Appletini. And I don't think this bar would work at all in California. It's not a place for white wine pansies. Nary a corkscrew to be found. Hell, it's never seen a bottle that needed one. Good beer, good vodka, and about 83 different kinds of Bourbon, Scotch and tequila. Brodie said to meet him here. I admit he has good taste in bars. He must have hung out at one like this back in Glasgow.

Working for a Nightclub is an exceptional experience that brings an abundance of Emotions with it. It’s a great place to earn amazing income and meet interesting people; however, my peers and superiors did not share the same morals as I did. I began my journey at Mansion Nightclub as a mere sweeper, I was later promoted to Liqueur Runner, and after hard work I finally earned my position as a Bar back. My job as a sweeper was very self-explanatory, I sweep. Liquor running was physically demanding as I was all over the place delivering alcohol to the departments that needed it. Bar backing was a challenge, as I was responsible for the bars inventory while assisting the bartenders in anything they needed. I was enjoying my time at the nightclub,

It was surprisingly cold for an ordinary early November night. He was situated against the back of the street bench. His posture was slouched and uneasy. There was something hidden beneath his arm, unable to be seen due to the obscurity of the night. In the distance he could see her approaching. She too had something beneath her arm. Only the two of them knew what was beneath each others arms. This day, this exact moment had been the singular thing on his mind for the foregoing forty-eight hours.

Wow!A girl just jumped from the low bar to the high bar. Next it was my turn. I didn't know if I could do it. I had a comp next week and I had to practice . I was shivering so badly as I slowly presented. I did the easy bits like chin up pull over and 2 casts. The. Next thing I had to do was jump from the high bar. I was terrified. I did a cast and jumped to the high bar but I landed face first. OUCH.

“No thanks, I’m good!” He turns to leave, but realised he might fail on the test. “On second thought, I might stay!”