Life back in the Dirty T is going interestingly enough. I’m feeling a little displaced by all of this stagnation. Tucson, like most great college towns, bears the tragic burden of empty summers. When you work, play, and sleep in the heart of place that is driven by the continuous energy of whacked-out college kids trying to savor the last of their adolescence, and that energy becomes your constant, life can seem vacuous when that pace is lacking. It doesn’t help that it’s either scorching hot or storm, either alternative bringing about a relatively high level of discomfort, all of which is very much in your face.

But today fences have come crashing down and the Avenue has opened again, at least on our end. Soon a massive housing complex will open across the corner and usher in thousands of twenty-somethings who bear a heavy urge to spend their parents money on drinks. Shortly thereafter begins the new academic year.

My boss drunkenly confessed (his best yawping employed) that he’d love to see me behind the bar… that I have the ideal personality to be back their serving, and that I could do it as well as anyone else he’d known if I’d knew how to mix a fucking cocktail. I can mix a few, though I’m hoping he’d run the risk of teaching me to mix a few more and give me a shot at it.

That plausibility seems to come to us at a strange time wherein a few coworkers and I had taken upon ourselves the task - also a result of my boss’s alcohol infused banter - to explore avenues of redefining our bar as a legitimate drinking hotspot on 4th. We’re a restaurant, and a fairly formidable one at that… during the appropriate seasons of course, but we’re undeniably lacking at the bar when compared to the whole of our competition. We’re a bar for opening the night, and seldom for ending it. Our communal hope is to see that changed.

I hope that spirits can remain high and that we can find the perseverance to see this thing through, that when life should resume it’s exciting state that we shall have found transcendence. And three cheers to hoping that I’ll have a heavy hand in the drunkest of times to come.