Roughly two weeks before Labor Day weekend, my brother Eric texted me. He was holding a fundraiser on Labor Day at someone’s house in Door County, Wisconsin, in support of the Door Kinetic Arts Festival (DKAF), a performing arts gathering he holds every summer. He wanted a bartender to serve drinks at the event. Did I know anybody?
Did I mention the fundraiser was on Labor Day?
I explained that on a holiday weekend like Labor Day there exist only two kinds of bartenders in America: those who are already engaged working somewhere; and those who are on vacation and don’t want to work. But I said I would try.