Saturday, September 16, 2006

Ms. Gertie


Gertie at the poker machines




This is where I spend quite a few Saturday Knights. Pictured are the bartenders and the owner. The owner is a very interesting woman. She is 76 and dresses in leopard skin tights, is tough as nails, an amazing business woman and drives a Mercedes.

I have never met someone who worked a crowd better. 1:00 am and Ms. Gertie is out there pouring her signature shot “ partially shaved bush” to the 20 something crowd and putting them to shame with her dancing.

This is an article that was written about GERTIE. She is a friend and an inspiration to me as a business woman.

9 comments:

Fidel Castro said...

What are the ingredients in a "partially shaved bush"?

Raspootin said...

I don't know, but I will ask one of the bartenders.

It looks pink and milky. I am not a shot person or I could tell you a bit more.

Jon Boles said...

Sounds better than my Saturday night, working from 10 at night till 6 in the AM, taking calls from the driving public at large about wrecks and shallow whining about getting cut off, tailgating, and so forth.

It reminds me why there is such a high suicide/depression/alcoholism rate amongst those of us in the dispatch and emergency response professions.

Jon Boles said...

Gertie sounds like quite a lady. If I ever make my way to New Orleans again, I may have to drop in there.

Raspootin said...

Gertie is quite a lady. If you are ever in New Orleans, please drop by!


I would imagine that emergency response is very stress filled profession.

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Butchie said...

I'd drink in there. Those old broads look like they know how to take care of an rich bigshot like me.

Butchie said...

A rich bigshot. I have really thick fingers from all the caviar I eat.