We used him as a designated driver on occasion, which admittedly was handy. I remember my Dead Mother and I went drinking with my Live Brother before his *first* wedding. LB is over six feet tall, over 220, and I'm about five and half feet and 130 on a good day, nevertheless, I'm matching him shot for shot (thank you, SIU). Eventually LB's fiance came to get him, and DM and I kept the party goin.
After a little while, my DM looked toward the end of the table, where DB was sitting quietly, looking at his plastered mom and little sister with disgust he didn't even bother to veil. DM looked at him, looked at me, looked at him again, turned back to me and slurred, "Where did I go wrong with him?"
When DB was diagnosed with cancer and was told it was terminal, I asked him, "Well, you want a beer *NOW*?"He said, "Nah, I don't want to screw up my karma."
"Yeah, 'cause *that's* worked out for you so well so far."
So, having never been a drinker, and lacking thumbs, honestly, he was kind of a crappy bartender.
So we figured the least we could do was make him *look* festive. Gave him his own flair. (And now, looking back at this picture, I know how my sunglasses got broken at that party...oh well, it's not really a party unless there's a casualty of some kind).So to recap: Bartender is a *use,* just not an effective one. Really, he's better suited for "coaster."
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