I still have
not gotten my head around the fact that Rosie Schaap, as she proclaims in the
very first sentence of Drinking with Men, has spent more than 13,000 hours of
her life inside bars. Think about that number for a minute. That is the
equivalent of more eight-hour workdays than most people work in seven years. It
equals almost one and a half years of calendar-days doing nothing else. That
means that Schaap, who was born in 1971, has spent almost four percent of her
entire life inside a bar. Granted, she was a working bartender during some of
those hours, but she was a paying customer way more of the time.
Now, it can be
argued (and Schaap does an admirable job of building such a case), that all
those hours were not entirely wasted, that the benefits gained were worthy of
all the time she spent hanging out with likeminded people. Schaap argues that,
because she did not have a home environment conducive to creating a feeling of
community and family, she had to create her own substitute family. And for the last twenty-five
years, she has done exactly that by bonding with the regulars in the several bars
and pubs (mostly, but not exclusively, in New York City) that she came to
consider her second-homes. (Consider, too, that Schaap now writes the New York
Times “Drink” column – an additional benefit she gained.)
Rosie Schaap |
Schaap was
only fifteen when she first drifted into the bar car of a NYC commuter train,
but she immediately sensed that she was among her kind of people. These
commuters were living the boisterous chain-smoking, booze consuming,
dirty-joke-telling lifestyle she instinctively wanted to be a part of. They
obviously enjoyed each other’s company and, as she was surprised to learn, they
took her more seriously than any adult in her life ever had before. Trading tarot card
readings for free, under-the-table beers, Schaap was soon a regular in her very
first barroom. She finally felt that she belonged.
Rosie Schaap
is a talented writer whose enjoyable prose style makes Drinking with Men an
interesting memoir even for readers who might have some difficulty identifying
with the lifestyle. I am one of those people, so I appreciate a glimpse into a world
I would otherwise have never experienced. I do not doubt that Schaap is a
better woman for having experienced the lifestyle firsthand. Having survived
her months of following the Grateful Dead from city to city, all the while
living on the fly, she finally found the family she needed - and that helped her, finally, to make something of her life before it was too late.
This one will, I
think, surprise you.
Holy cow!
ReplyDeleteThis Rich Dad -- Poor Dad thing is coming to MY city...... Ottawa.
Will I go?
......... no.
But it's just so neat-o to see that it is here in my city, so far north from you.
Jeez....... maybe I SHOULD go! Maybe it's a SIGN!