Post by darkstar on Apr 12, 2005 20:43:00 GMT
MY GREATEST DAY
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Circa 1999
CINDY WILLIAMS (Actress: "American Graffiti" - "Laverne & Shirley")
It was one of those years in the late 1960s, the year when we had the Summer of Love. I was 21, and I got this incredibly cool job as a cocktail waitress at the Whisky-A-Go-Go on the Sunset Strip. My friends were all jealous, mainly because I got to work around live music. Live, fabulous music.
As I get to my first table, I'm very nervous and excited all at once, because this place is truly magical with all of the cool music and people. When I reach the table, I see there's three girls and three guys, so I start taking orders, ladies first. I move around the table to get the guys' orders, and as I look up from my little waitress pad and pen, I suddenly find myself staring into the eyes of Jim Morrison, from the Doors. The Jim Morrison!
To have Jim Morrison at my first table went way beyond cool. It was just surreal. And my God, he was handsome. So I stand there for what seems like an eternity before I can muster up the nerve--and the voice--to ask for the man's drink order. The women have already ordered Tom Collinses. The men want double scotches. And now it's Jim Morrison's turn to order. He says, "I'll have a bottle of Jack Daniels."
So I take this order back to the bartender--a very hip guy I like named Tony. The minute Tony sees the ticket he starts in.
"Hmm...Let's see...Tom Collins...double scotch...bottle of Jack. Uh, Cindy, what's this?"
"What?" I reply, knowing perfectly well what "this" is.
"What's this bottle of Jack Daniels?" Tony asks. Before I can reply, he says, "Wait, let me guess. Morrison's in the club, isn't he?"
I was hardly able to contain myself. "Yes!" I blurt out. "Isn't it fantastic?"
I'm starting to tremble a little as I get there, and I say to my illustrious cocktail customer, "Mr. Morrison, I am so sorry, but the bartender just told me that we can't bring a bottle of Jack Daniels to your table." I decided to leave out the "SOB" and "illegal" parts. "Can I get you something else?"
Morrison looks me right in the eye. (God, he was so handsome! Did I mention that yet?)
"Tony wouldn't happen to be tending bar tonight, would he?" Morrison asks me.
"Yes."
"Well, you tell that little jerk that I always get a bottle of Jack Daniels at my table, and that's what I'd like now."
My short life as a cocktail waitress flashed before my eyes.
Now Tony gets really ticked. "Do I have to go out there myself and tell this guy about our policy? No bottle at the table! Is that clear enough?"
I can see my short life as a cocktail waitress already flashing before my eyes. Back to the table I go. "Mr. Morrison...I am so sorry, but I just don't think Tony is going to serve a bottle to..."
"Please try one more time," Morrison interrupts me, "or I'm afraid I'll need to go talk to the man myself."
I somehow manage to find my way back to Tony. "Tony, please...he wants the bottle!" I say, breathing heavy and starting to whimper. "Can't you make this one exception?"
Tony just glares at me like I'm some sort of termite.
Back I go to Morrison. I felt like I wasn't going to hold it together much longer.
"Oh, Mr. Morrison!" I squeal between sobs. "Please don't get upset! There is no way I'm going to be able to serve you a bottle. I (sniff) don't know what else to do. I'm just so (sniff) sorry."
I break down in tears. At this point, while I'm weeping like an idiot, Jim Morrison takes my hand, smiles up at me (God, more handsome than ever) and asks, "What's your name?"
"Cindy," I sob.
"And this is your first night working here at the Whisky, right?"
"Yes," I say, sniffling and whimpering.
"Well, Miss Cindy," Morrison starts, "me and my friend Tony have been playing a little joke on you. Just bring me a double."
Standing there feeling like the world's biggest sucker, I thought to myself, "Whoa. Is this the coolest job in the world or what?"
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E! On-Line Features
Circa 1999
CINDY WILLIAMS (Actress: "American Graffiti" - "Laverne & Shirley")
It was one of those years in the late 1960s, the year when we had the Summer of Love. I was 21, and I got this incredibly cool job as a cocktail waitress at the Whisky-A-Go-Go on the Sunset Strip. My friends were all jealous, mainly because I got to work around live music. Live, fabulous music.
As I get to my first table, I'm very nervous and excited all at once, because this place is truly magical with all of the cool music and people. When I reach the table, I see there's three girls and three guys, so I start taking orders, ladies first. I move around the table to get the guys' orders, and as I look up from my little waitress pad and pen, I suddenly find myself staring into the eyes of Jim Morrison, from the Doors. The Jim Morrison!
To have Jim Morrison at my first table went way beyond cool. It was just surreal. And my God, he was handsome. So I stand there for what seems like an eternity before I can muster up the nerve--and the voice--to ask for the man's drink order. The women have already ordered Tom Collinses. The men want double scotches. And now it's Jim Morrison's turn to order. He says, "I'll have a bottle of Jack Daniels."
So I take this order back to the bartender--a very hip guy I like named Tony. The minute Tony sees the ticket he starts in.
"Hmm...Let's see...Tom Collins...double scotch...bottle of Jack. Uh, Cindy, what's this?"
"What?" I reply, knowing perfectly well what "this" is.
"What's this bottle of Jack Daniels?" Tony asks. Before I can reply, he says, "Wait, let me guess. Morrison's in the club, isn't he?"
I was hardly able to contain myself. "Yes!" I blurt out. "Isn't it fantastic?"
I'm starting to tremble a little as I get there, and I say to my illustrious cocktail customer, "Mr. Morrison, I am so sorry, but the bartender just told me that we can't bring a bottle of Jack Daniels to your table." I decided to leave out the "SOB" and "illegal" parts. "Can I get you something else?"
Morrison looks me right in the eye. (God, he was so handsome! Did I mention that yet?)
"Tony wouldn't happen to be tending bar tonight, would he?" Morrison asks me.
"Yes."
"Well, you tell that little jerk that I always get a bottle of Jack Daniels at my table, and that's what I'd like now."
My short life as a cocktail waitress flashed before my eyes.
Now Tony gets really ticked. "Do I have to go out there myself and tell this guy about our policy? No bottle at the table! Is that clear enough?"
I can see my short life as a cocktail waitress already flashing before my eyes. Back to the table I go. "Mr. Morrison...I am so sorry, but I just don't think Tony is going to serve a bottle to..."
"Please try one more time," Morrison interrupts me, "or I'm afraid I'll need to go talk to the man myself."
I somehow manage to find my way back to Tony. "Tony, please...he wants the bottle!" I say, breathing heavy and starting to whimper. "Can't you make this one exception?"
Tony just glares at me like I'm some sort of termite.
Back I go to Morrison. I felt like I wasn't going to hold it together much longer.
"Oh, Mr. Morrison!" I squeal between sobs. "Please don't get upset! There is no way I'm going to be able to serve you a bottle. I (sniff) don't know what else to do. I'm just so (sniff) sorry."
I break down in tears. At this point, while I'm weeping like an idiot, Jim Morrison takes my hand, smiles up at me (God, more handsome than ever) and asks, "What's your name?"
"Cindy," I sob.
"And this is your first night working here at the Whisky, right?"
"Yes," I say, sniffling and whimpering.
"Well, Miss Cindy," Morrison starts, "me and my friend Tony have been playing a little joke on you. Just bring me a double."
Standing there feeling like the world's biggest sucker, I thought to myself, "Whoa. Is this the coolest job in the world or what?"
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