Observations

[Keyser Soze]

And who can forget the phoenix-like rise this summer of the phenomenon known simply as "guest bartending?" Heres how it works: some chick youre somewhat friendly with mass mails everyone in her address book, inexplicably CCing everyone instead of BCCing, which results in the inevitable reply-to-all clusterfuck. Her message? Shes "guest bartending," so everyone should drop everything, call all their high school friends, college friends and camp friends and come to some lounge recently rated by Zagat as "consistently abominable." There, forty sweaty bankers in blue button-downs with black attache bags slung across their shoulders clamor at the undersized bar while the guest-bartending girl flails clumsily with the soda gun and serves way-too-strong drinks for free with a wink and a smile that shames you into tipping her five bucks anyway. I think Ill pass.