The first place I worked as a bartender was at a place called “The Crush Bar” in Hollywood. It was a half a block above Hollywood Boulevard and was open Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights only. In those three nights we made a killing.
It was owned by two sleezy brothers from Lebanon. The draw of the place was the music. The DJs only played Motown hits and Disco, and other music from the 60’s and 70’s. It had a line every night they were open and even though the place looked like it hadn’t been decorated since 1960, people loved it. They only served beer in cans and all the alcohol was served in plastic cups. Real classy joint. No décor, no fancy Hollywood atmosphere, just a big dance floor, great music and beer cans. What more could you want?
Some celebrities came in once in awhile. I remember serving Morgan Freeman and Samuel Jackson in the same night who were part of a big party they were having there. Another time I served Sharon Stone a drink and she gave me a friendly, condescending “thank you.” No Sharon, thank you for Basic Instinct. I love that movie with or without the beaver shot.
But the memory that sticks out most from this place, aside from the bouncer I hooked up with, which is a memory I wish I could forget, is the proposition I got from one of the sleezy owners. After I had been working there for awhile, he told me he had a “business proposition” for me. I thought “maybe he’ll make me bar manager and I can earn more money.” Wrong! He told me he’d pay my rent if I banged him once a week.
I was horrified. Let me tell you that I would’ve had to have had a mortgage in Malibu to bang this guy. My rent at the time was $450 a month. Not exactly worth it if you know what I mean. He was married with a couple of kids, not to mention how nasty looking he was. I gracefully declined by telling him I had a boyfriend, which I didn’t, but I didn’t want to lose my job by telling him how disgusting he was. I totally could’ve sued for sexual harassment. Is there a statute of limitations on sexual harassment? Can I still sue that sleeze bag? I could use the cash.
Meanwhile, another brother worked as a bartender and would regularly steal money from the bar. I wasn’t going to rat the brother out, so I would just turn a blind eye and take a shot of Jagermeister. Did you know that Jagermeister has 56 herbs in it and the monks used to use it for medicine? But there isn’t enough Jagermeister in the world to have banged that guy. Why can’t someone hot offer to pay my rent, or at least my cell phone bill?
Oh, one other memory I have from the Crush Bar is when the DJ asked me if I wanted to have a threesome with him and his wife. Hello? I told him I only do five or more.
Happy Friday!! Have a great weekend.
*The picture at the top was the outside wall of the Crush Bar. I can’t believe I found that picture online, because it hasn’t been the Crush Bar for at least 15 years. Since then it’s been a few different places and is now named “The Colony.”