Keys On Main had our company party on Sunday. It was a drunken affair complete with tubs of beer, bottles of booze and tons of food. Best of all, my boss decided the best way to thank his employees for a job well done is to rent over-sized inflatable waterslides. I am a sucker for … Continue reading
Plaid is the new Affliction and plaid Affliction shirts are the devil’s creation. Remember the good old days when you saw a guy in a Raider’s jersey and you knew he was up to no good? It seems like every trouble maker these days at the club are sporting a new plaid button down and … Continue reading
The success of any given night behind the bar is not measured in the amount of sales that I ring or the thickness of bills I take home. I gauge any good night at the club on the level of stickiness of my forearms. From flipping the Boston shakers into the air, resting my arms … Continue reading
It was too early to be up—much less going for a run. We were at the mouth of Memory Grove Saturday morning standing in line getting our race bibs. I think I might have slept 12 hours over the last four days. I was starting to feel like a character in The Machinist. Erin asked … Continue reading
Too much diversity at a bachelorette party is never a good thing. I am accustomed to a cackle of screaming women drinking tequila through pinched noses and the occasional nipple slip. Keys On Main is Chuck E. Cheese for adults and for good reason. We’re the only bar in town that can replicate a moment … Continue reading
