Guest Column: Bree the Bartender - “Play Day” November 28
Many important people come to visit The Artisan Hotel just to feel that euphoric-yet-naughty sensation they once felt in the past. Recently during a very, very busy day shift, I spotted an impressive looking female in her late thirties waiting for my approach at the hotel bar to serve her. [Editor's Note: Bree, our newest guest writer, is a bartender at The Artisan Hotel.] There was no one else in the bar except her when I ran in from the madhouse of guests in the dining room and lobby. I found out she was one of the top managers for one of the main hotels in the city, but I will not say her name nor her hotel, for she may be either quite embarrassed (or proud) of the story.
I poured her an Absolut Mandarin with soda and an orange. A young, strapping man whisked her away to their room upstairs after picking up a Long Island Iced Tea for himself.
About an hour later, I received a phone call requesting a bagel with cream cheese and a whole turkey sandwich with french fries. Since my boredom downstairs was becoming a fungus, I decided to run up the meals from the kitchen, myself. After knocking on the hotel room door - lets just call her “Sara” - she opens the door only half dressed with tousled hair everywhere, giggling to herself. I entered the room with the tray and instantly smelled the heavy aroma of marijuana. I cautiously entered the room (who knows what levels of extreme nakedness could have appeared around the other side of the doorway?) Candles lit up the entire room, and when I looked to my left, I saw a huge screen of vivid porn playing on the TV. No shame! The dashing man was naked on the couch; I became so jealous of their play day!
An hour later, the same request for food was phoned to the bar with requests for more drinks, as well, meaning I brought it all upstairs personally 