Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Cojasca is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my usual spot on Strada Principală, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a face like he just lost a bet. Orders a shot of țuică. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 10 AM!” But hey, who am I to judge? I pour it, and he downs it like it’s water. I’m thinkin’, “Great, here we go.”
Then, outta nowhere, a group of locals strolls in. They’re loud, they’re rowdy, and they’re ready to party. I’m talkin’ about the kind of crew that could turn a quiet bar into a full-on rave. They start ordering like they’re at a buffet. “One of this, two of that!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician!” But I’m grinnin’ ‘cause it’s Cojasca, and that’s how we roll.
So, I’m hustlin’ behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, and tryin’ to keep up. I spill some beer on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I smell like a brewery. But whatever, I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a table. Like, seriously? We’re not in a wrestling match, buddy!
I’m about to lose it, but then I see the guy’s face. He’s mortified. I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, it’s all good! Just don’t do it again, or I’ll charge you for the table!” He cracks a smile, and I’m like, “See? We’re cool.”
Then, the vibe shifts. This couple walks in, and they’re all lovey-dovey. You know the type. They sit at the bar, and I’m thinkin’, “Aw, young love.” They order a couple of cocktails, and I whip up my special mix. It’s got a bit of everything—just like Cojasca! They’re giggling, and I’m feelin’ all warm inside.
But then, outta nowhere, the guy pulls out a ring. I’m like, “No way!” He proposes right there! In my bar! I’m not crying, you are! The whole place goes wild. People are clapping, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot.
After that, things get a bit crazy. The locals start chanting, “Cojasca! Cojasca!” I’m pouring shots like it’s my job (oh wait, it is). Everyone’s high-fiving, and I’m just trying to keep up.
But then, the mood shifts again. This one guy, he’s had too much. He starts yelling about how the roads on Strada Tineretului are terrible. I mean, he’s not wrong, but c’mon, man! We’re celebrating love here! I try to calm him down, but he’s on a rant. “The potholes! The traffic!” I’m like, “Dude, let’s focus on the good stuff!”
Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted, but it’s that good kind of tired. I clean up the bar, and I can’t help but smile. Cojasca, with all its quirks and craziness, is home. I love this place.
As I lock up, I take a moment. The streets are quiet now, just me and the moon. I think about the day—the laughter, the love, the chaos. It’s all part of the ride. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to Cojasca! The wild, the weird, and the wonderful. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!