Just call me bartender

I love bartending.

I have an ex-boyfriend who is a bartender and he taught be everything I know (which granted, isn’t that much but it’s more than most).

For Burning Man, my friend and her kid decided that we’d like to offer Oktoberfest fixings to thirsty burners.

Believe you me, it is not easy at all to chill 6 mini kegs of Oktoberfest beer when you are on the playa.

We must’ve gone through 20 bags of ice, chilling the beer over the course of 2 days.

In the end, we were successful though and we had TONS of ice cold beer to serve to guests.

The best part of all this was that my friends got to serve beer in authentic drindl and leiderhosen. AND we had authentic German music playing over the loudspeakers, thanks to some quick thinking by the incomparable Stu.

Me, I was in my typical St. Pauli Girl costume.

Well, if you must know the Oktoberfest Happy Hour went REALLY well.

My friend’s kids was a great barker and got people off their bikes and into the bar for drinks.

My only complaint?

My feet hurt.

Two hours of standing on the playa will make your tootsies hurt SO BAD.

Next year?

Non-stress mat!