Putting The Cock Back In Cocktail (The Lost Footage)
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Or putting the cock back in cocktail?
You decide.
The following footage (which is glitchy in spots) was sent to me by a thirsty artist:
It’s always a little unnerving to see yourself in action, but I thank you for watching.
About The Author
Ray Harvey
I was born and raised in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado. I've worked as a short-order cook, construction laborer, crab fisherman, janitor, bartender, pedi-cab driver, copyeditor, and more. I've written and ghostwritten several published books and articles, but no matter where I've gone or what I've done to earn my living, there's always been literature and learning at the core of my life.
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Oh sweet Jesus . . . I’m . . . I . . .
Oh, come on now, Ms. Dean.
Love your new avatar, by the way.
It’s been a while since I’ve been in! š You’re still going strong!
A while, Maura? Longer than that, I’d say.
But thank you for dropping by the journal pulp, where all the relevant people congregate.
I’m undone. Can I just say that I completely understand the one hundred olives.
What’s up with her? Is it the saxophones? It’s the saxophones, isn’t it? Nailed it.
What’s with her? Was it the saxophones? Maybe it was the high ball glasses. Chicks dig glassware. Nailed it.
I don’t know about nailing it, but thank you, Karl. She is a woman of rare and refined tastes — that’s what’s with her. You’re right about glassware, by the way. It’s underrated, misunderstood, important.
Almost like being there.
Almost.
Miss the bar and you. (Averil it’s better in person and he will serve you a hundred olives).
I’m really shocked that Hollywood hasn’t come calling. Or have they been turned down?
Columbi, how are you? I haven’t seen you in forever.
Turned down, yes. Flatly.
And flattery will get you everywhere.
I love it! I still feel like a kid in a candy store at a bar. And I’d probably go to this one a lot, LOL
Jules, what a pleasant surprise to see you. Your SPAM filter swallowed up my comment like one big martini, so that I assumed the comment would never again see the light of day. But look who regurgitated it. (I apologize: it’s mixed metaphor March here.)
“Iād probably go to this one a lot”
Thank you! The truth is, I’d be hurt if you didn’t.
And thank you for dropping by.
A day in the life of a cool.
Oh, please. A day in the life of clumsy, more like it.
Ace Gillette’s… Without question, the coolest spot in town!
Thank you, my brother. It’s good to see you.
Thank you for dropping by.