Guess what, dear reader? A funny thing happened on the way to the keyboard as your friendly bartender prepared to write this post… he suddenly realized his blog was due for a birthday. Like tomorrow!!! Yes according to the date on my bio page which was written on November first of 2008… a day before I hacked out my very first post… “Behind the Stick” will have been here for one full year. And I almost missed it! (That’s the truth, it just hit me.)
So rather than go into my usual antics… the good, the bad, and the silly of those who raise glasses… I instead have decided to raise a glass to you. Yes, cheers to you, dear reader, thanks for one of the best experiences of my life! You deserve it. For without you, of course, this wouldn’t have happened and I wouldn’t have kept this going, your feedback is clearly what has made this for me a success… not to mention most rewarding.
Oh, I know, I know, I can hear some of you saying to yourselves, “But, Scribbler, what about the night you saved the queen’s life? That had to be much more rewarding than this, no?” Well, not really and here’s why…
See, I just happened to be in England at the time, I just happened to be in the palace that night, I just happened to be sitting next to the queen at that dinner when the old bird began to choke on of all things “bird”… a quail she had shot that morning… and I just happened to know the Heimlich Maneuver which I remembered from all my years of working in a restaurant, so I squeezed and saved. Happenstance. Fate. Right place, right time. For unlike these things which are written in a blog that take thought and careful planning, the queen thing just happened. “It was just one of those things,” like the song says.
And when Bonnie Prince Charles approached me at length with tears streaming down his cheeks, grabbed me by both of my shoulders and said in a tone that chilled every tea cup in the room, “Please, Scribbler, just grab your hat and coat and get the fuck out of here!” I could hardly call that a moment close to “rewarding”. For this man who would be king would have to wait longer. Again!
(I promised a little humor last week so that, alas, was it!)
But seriously, guys and gals, dudes and dudesses, without turning this into an Oscar night speech or a tribute to my very own self in my very own lifetime, let me just say this entire experience has succeeded beyond my wildest and in this way, without question, more than any other…
Because of this blog… this connection to the whole damn world as I see it in retrospect… I, Scribbler, a clown who didn’t even own a computer just a few short years ago, have been able to meet (anonymously or not) some of the most brilliant, the most dynamic, the wittiest, the warmest and sweetest people whom I otherwise couldn’t have met in seventeen lifetimes. And I mean that from the heart. You are all kinds of people from all walks of life who have wandered into this bar, have somehow liked what you’ve seen here, and have decided to become a regular to each week’s Happy Hour. And for a bartender (virtual or otherwise), it doesn’t get any better.
Now I can’t go into particular names of the people I’d like to thank, there are simply too many, but I would be remiss if I didn’t say a word to the following. To Mr. and Mrs. Physioprof, thank you so much for talking me into to doing this in the first place… it’s been a joy and, most important, you were right. And to you, Isis the Scientist, thank you as well for all that you’ve done and for all the traffic you’ve sent on so many occasions… you’ve been aces, dear one.
All right, since this is starting to sound like an Oscar night speech and before I thank the nuns for teaching me Spelling, let me now turn to humor where I feel most comfortable.
Remember me talking of Tony in the past, my colleague the walking malaprop? (This guy) Well let me give you another of his gems which might just manage to close this post in style. In an attempt one day to convey to me that since I was apparently well read, I might be able to help him to answer a question. But he made the point of my (erudition?) like this. “Let me ask you a question, Mr. Bartender, you that you’re very readable…”
Ahh, that Tony!
But as funny as that might sound, let’s (in a bit of a stretch) try to validate that wordage. For in all good malaprops worth their salt there is always a grain of logic to be gleaned from the salt pile, and in this case Tony unwittingly might’ve unearthed one. Meaning… I must be “readable”, at least on my blog, or dammit why would any of you ever come back? So thank you for that, dear Tony, I’ll take it!
And thank you again for all of your support, a happy birthday to us all, and I’ll see ya’ next week when we start on our Terrible Twos!