Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Saintes is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging flying bottles. So, let’s rewind to this morning.
I woke up late, of course. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. So, I’m sprinting down Rue de la République, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Saintes is beautiful, but those tourists? They move like sloths on a lazy day. I mean, c’mon, people!
Finally, I get to the bar, Le Café des Arts. It’s a cozy spot, right by the Saintes Cathedral. You know, the one with the crazy architecture? I love that place. Anyway, I’m just about to pour my first coffee when BAM! The door swings open, and in walks this group of rowdy locals. They’re loud, they’re wild, and they’re ready to party.
I’m like, “Great, it’s gonna be one of those days.” They order shots like it’s water. I’m pouring, laughing, and trying to keep up. Then, outta nowhere, this dude spills his drink all over the bar. I’m talkin’ a full-on tidal wave of whiskey. I’m furious! Like, dude, really? But then he starts cracking jokes, and I can’t help but laugh.
Then, around noon, this lady walks in. She’s got this fancy hat, like she’s off to the races or something. Turns out, she’s a local artist. We start chatting about the art scene in Saintes. I mean, have you seen the murals on Rue de la République? They’re sick! She’s all passionate, and I’m just nodding, trying to keep my cool.
But then, she orders a cocktail. I whip up my special mix, and she takes a sip. Her eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar! But then, she spills it all over her hat. I’m like, “Oh no, not the hat!” She laughs it off, but I’m sweating bullets.
The afternoon rolls in, and it’s quiet. Too quiet. I’m wiping down the bar, thinking about how I need to get outta here. Maybe hit the Charente River later? But then, the door swings open again. It’s a bunch of college kids, and they’re ready to rage.
They order everything on the menu. I’m pouring drinks like a madman. One of ‘em, this guy named Max, starts singing some random French song. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t karaoke night!” But everyone joins in, and suddenly, the bar’s alive again.
But then, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of this chaos? I’m ready to lose it. Everyone’s screaming, running around. I’m just standing there, like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew!
As the sun sets, I finally get a breather. I step outside, and the view of the Saintes Cathedral against the sunset? Man, it’s breathtaking. I take a moment to breathe it all in. This city, with its history and charm, it gets to me sometimes.
But then, I hear a commotion. A couple of guys are arguing on the street. I’m like, “Not again!” I rush over, ready to play peacemaker. Turns out, they were just debating the best place for a kebab. I can’t even.
Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I love this job, even with all the craziness. Saintes, with its winding streets and vibrant life, it’s my home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Saintes. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!