Night at the Moonbar

The moon was almost full too

Last Friday we were at the rooftop bar. The bartender I know and like wasn’t there. The new girl Coco took care of us and I still gave her a good tip on the round that I bought. We even did a shot with her to celebrate the absent birthday boy. Casamigos as the fireworks lit up the air above Citi Field. First in gold then in red.

We left close to midnight with the elevator making a stop on the private part floor below. I saw my bartender standing there bored and looking down at her cellphone. I couldn’t remember her name until the next day.