sangriaferret

Bartender. I don't get a lunch break so I just drink on the clock.

Props to the couple making out in the back

After hurricane Maria devastated Puerto Rico a friend posted on social media asking if anyone could house his friend from San Juan. I was living in a house Brooklyn and I volunteered. His name was Robert and he was a really great dude. I really enjoyed hanging out with while he stayed. I told him he could stay as long as he wanted. He was such a boss that he had a chef job and his own New York apartment within two weeks.

I would eat this whole thing if it would undo feeling like absolute garbage when I'm done.

My mom's sister was the fun aunt. She told me all about how great LSD was when I was, like, ten. Then the mental health issues took hold and for years she's been in government housing on disability, afraid to leave her apartment. I'll probably never see her again.

Louisiana in the 1990s and it's still a thing.

Lundi Gras is the day before Mardi Gras. These cybertrucks were hired as escorts for the floats in this particular parade. The crowd was not impressed.

Captain Fabuloso

I mean, if you want to do that at the salad bar I'm not gonna stop you but others might not be as forgiving.

Proper decorum would require ladling it into a pitcher for the whole table then drinking it from red plastic cups.

I'm sure some would find it useful as a delivery method for ranch dressing.

The stained glass lamp shades. The red booths. Beer for dad.

The first salad bar I ever saw was at a dine-in Pizza Hut.

Jerry Seinfeld's apartment seemed close to right although we never saw the bedroom.