...and it'll take 23 more to wipe this stupid smile off my fuckin face."
Welcome all to the intoxicology community! This site is for bar regulars and restaurant/bar employees, sharing bar stories and drink recipes, or anything alcohol-related. This is my first attempt at a community, so I apologize if it sucks ass.
Though I'm the only Casey known to me to ever work at the same job at the same time, in the work place I've always gone by "Casey P." (Hi! Nice to meet you!) I'm 22 years old and I have been bartending at TGI Fridays in Hanover, Maryland for nine months.
I love working at Friday's as a bartender, because if you'll remember that movie Cocktail with Tom Cruise, flair mostly originated in TGI Friday's bars. (Yes, when he was wandering the streets of Manhattan after all of his interviews-gone-bad he stumbled across a corner bar, and as he’s walking in, you see the red and white stripes and the gold “T.G.I. Friday’s” on the awning.) I remember seeing this movie when I was like ten and thinking “ooh I wanna do that someday” but I never knew that life would actually pull me in that direction eleven years or so later. Here I am, and I’m getting good at bar flair so watch out!
I was never much of a drinker because the burn and the taste of most liquor never appeased me, but since becoming a bartender, I’ve come to terms with mixology (intoxicology!!) and I know how to make shit taste good. :)
If you are in the Arundel Mills area and you mention this page and want to sample these drinks, there’s a free one waiting for you. They are drinks I’ve invented, with the best liqueur ever invented: the peach schnapps.
“K C Peach:”
½ oz. Gin
½ oz. Vodka
½ oz. Rum
¾ oz. Peach Schapps
3 oz. Sweet and Sour
Shake with ice and strain over ice and 1 oz. Cranberry Juice
(It’s a layered cocktail, it looks fucking awesome.)
1 oz. Jamesons Irish Whiskey
1 oz. Peach Schnapps
4 oz. Sweet and Sour
If you don’t like peach schnapps, then fuck you.
I feel it’s my duty to mention my dear childhood friend Courtney Hayes. The first time I ever took a shot of alcohol was when I was 14, freshman year of high school, sleeping over her house after she moved out of the neighborhood we grew up closely in. It was Goldschlager, and it was disgusting. The real mention goes to my first taste of a fuzzy navel given to me by her mother, Ms. Sharon, on the porch of 104 Kent Road across the street and I’ve since fallen in love with peach schnapps. Sharon Hayes, thank you, and may you rest in peace.