As soon as I moved out around the age of 19, I had been buying up as many different spirits, liqueurs, and mixers as I could find/afford (I had a fake ID. It's too late now coppers, you can't arrest me!). My friends and I spent many a night (sometimes day) mixing up various inebriating concoctions. Eventually, I amassed quite the bar.
A couple years later, I found a deal on GroupOn for a bartending school and convinced a few of my friends to join up with me. The classes were fun and interesting, but we quickly realized that the kind of people who join bartending schools are the kind of people who don't know the first thing about..well, alcohol. And that certainly wasn't us. I was sitting next to a girl who asked the difference between vodka and gin. The speed at which I sent my face through my palm is now up in the Guinness Book of World Records. Now, granted, she was in school, and this is the place to ask such questions, but it made me realize that bartending school wasn't for me. Eventually, my friends and I dropped out.
Fast forward a few months or a year, this one particular guy my friends and I know graduated the same bartending school that we all dropped out of. Now, to say this particular fellow was a few nuts short of a box of trail mix is a bit of an understatement. He quickly asked my roommate and close personal friend of mine to design a logo and a website for him. He had a bartending certificate, a logo, a business card, and a website. Suddenly, he was considered a bartender, and I wasn't. This did not sit well with me. This guy doesn't even know how to make a proper Old Fashioned, and I have the scotch collection of a septuagenarian!
One night, I stormed into my friend's room and requested, nay, demanded a logo and a website. I already had an idea in mind, and an hour later, through the work of a half asleep, reluctant, graphic design artist, I had a logo. And Mr. Bartender was born. Suck it other guy!
Immediately, I started looking for gigs. Anywhere and anything. Craigslist was, of course, my best bet. I started offering my services for free. It wasn't too long before I landed my first job....and then another. Problem was they fell on the same day. (Meanwhile, other "bartender" was still looking for work...suck it again...) So I went to my first gig, I sent one of my friends who dropped out of bartending school with me to the other job. And that's when Mr. Bartender took his first baby steps. The rest, of course, is history.