So this happened last year. I was working as a bartender in this kinda fancy bar in LA where a lot of people come to show off. You get influencers, actors, TikTok people… that kind of crowd. One Friday night, this guy comes in with a girl. He looked like some Hollywood dude. Tall, kinda flashy, wearing expensive shit, beard perfectly trimmed, just screaming “I think I’m important.” The girl he was with was one of those types that look like they live on Instagram. She didn’t say much. He, on the other hand, was being loud and acting like he owned the place. Demanding a table that was already reserved, talking down to waitresses, trying to be funny but really just being a jerk. Then he said something to my coworker (who’s really sweet btw) like: Are your hands good for anything other than pouring drinks? She just looked shocked. I saw red. I told him, Yo man, maybe treat people like people, not like background extras in your life. He gave me that look like, you don’t know who you’re tal...
We were sitting around a campfire. One friend, who has a good taste in music, began to play this song. As she played, the others began to share laughter and memories, and we enjoyed each other's company. As the night went on, we got lost in our own thoughts, staring into the flames. We all have our own stories to tell, and we all have our own reasons for being here. The music seemed to weave the stories together, creating a tapestry of heartbreak and hope, laughter and tears. It was a magical night. At that moment, our semi-drunk friend told us, "When we were all grown up and had gone on our separate ways, we still thought about this night. If we decided to get together again and see if we could recapture the magic, At that time, we brought our spouses and children, and the group grew even larger. The songs and stories flowed easily, and the second night will be even more special than the first. If we had now made it a tradition to get together once a year to share our sto...