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Save the Last Dance... and the Glass Half Full.
Published Wednesday, January 11, 2006 | E-mail this post
[originally posted 1/9/2005]
Last Jam…. feel like requesting the old song about dancing. I’ve finally had to let my last contract go from the old days. It’s been fun busting heads for J. I’ve enjoyed making sure the guests are safe when they come to see our headliners. And I’ve seen many headliners over the years. Z. when she was known across the galaxy for her dancing and entertaining, N. is coming up now and it’s been a trip seeing a holo-actress entertaining at these more intimate settings.
My days of smuggling and independent contracts seem to be over. I’ve got responsibility now. I’ve had it for awhile, even accepted it…. Yet the weekly event at the River Bend has let me be the ‘old’ me every so often and giving it up is sparking feelings of loss. Much as I’ve moved on I’m going to miss it.
The bartender always kept my bottle of aged Talusian Scotch safe and dusty in the back. I’d been limiting myself to half a glass or so every night I was on duty. But this last time I finished the bottle. I shared some with T. & S. but I’d say the majority of that smooth stuff went down my throat. I felt like that bottle belonged there and I was going to be damned if it went to anyone else. I gave my resignation to J. early and enjoyed my last night there as a patron, not a bouncer. I placed the ornate bottle back under the bar…..empty. I thought I’d walk out taking nothing from this contract, but the fact of the matter is I’ve made many friends…. at least I walked out better than that bottle.
Last Jam…. feel like requesting the old song about dancing. I’ve finally had to let my last contract go from the old days. It’s been fun busting heads for J. I’ve enjoyed making sure the guests are safe when they come to see our headliners. And I’ve seen many headliners over the years. Z. when she was known across the galaxy for her dancing and entertaining, N. is coming up now and it’s been a trip seeing a holo-actress entertaining at these more intimate settings.
My days of smuggling and independent contracts seem to be over. I’ve got responsibility now. I’ve had it for awhile, even accepted it…. Yet the weekly event at the River Bend has let me be the ‘old’ me every so often and giving it up is sparking feelings of loss. Much as I’ve moved on I’m going to miss it.
The bartender always kept my bottle of aged Talusian Scotch safe and dusty in the back. I’d been limiting myself to half a glass or so every night I was on duty. But this last time I finished the bottle. I shared some with T. & S. but I’d say the majority of that smooth stuff went down my throat. I felt like that bottle belonged there and I was going to be damned if it went to anyone else. I gave my resignation to J. early and enjoyed my last night there as a patron, not a bouncer. I placed the ornate bottle back under the bar…..empty. I thought I’d walk out taking nothing from this contract, but the fact of the matter is I’ve made many friends…. at least I walked out better than that bottle.
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