Bartending class was pretty damn cool. And then it was slightly tedious. And finally it was one big bore.
The first day of class for me was actually the second day for the rest of the class. My friends and I signed up late, but we were allowed to make up the first class. On Monday, I'll be heading back to learn what others already memorized.
Let me give you a tour of the day.
First thing's first. The class is held in a bar setting, with the instructor behind the bar at all times. From left to right, it looks like someone took the clone stamp and stamped the same bar set-up four times across the room. Oh, and the best part was the parrot in the back of the room who constantly blurted greetings in the middle of the lectures.
There were around 15 of us in the class, and most of the students were middle-aged. They probably own their own little basement bar. Maybe I can get one of them to hire me for their house parties.
As you can imagine, getting a bartending license requires a lot of hands-on training. Muscle memory is a good part of being efficient and accurate. We were asked to role play the customer (who is apparently a drunkard who orders the same drink 6 times) and then switch off to be the bartender. Now don't get me wrong. I've never grown out of playing pretend, but sitting around waiting for your turn to be the bartender for 4 hours straight was...trying.
Memorizing recipes seems to be the most daunting task. The recipes entail a list of over 150 different drinks (many of which have completely different names but very similar composition). Today is Saturday, and I have until next Saturday to memorize the name, code name, recipe, and type of glass of every single drink. I need a 90% or higher to pass the midterm next week, and it isn't looking good. Between studying for my material science exam and memorizing strange drinks, there isn't much time to play LoL.
Alright, less talking, more studying.