So, I had a rough last night. It was fun too. I love hanging out with Diane and Amy, and I don't see them nearly enough, but things got a little...messy. Not a huge story at all, but this is how it went:

I met up with Diane at the Wonder Bar, and it was fun. We had planned on getting quite tipsy, so I ended up having three dirty martinis. One usually is enough. Two is more than enough. Three is stupid. I was drinking them so quickly because I was totally into the story Diane was telling, and I wasn't really giving my body enough time to realize how much I was putting in there.

So, we go to Amy's party. I think the vodka is really starting to set in, but before I know it, there's a beer in my hand and we're in line for beerpong. We play, we win, then we lose. Boo. Okay, so I go into the kitchen, and I'm talking to this girl who's really nice when something about the Real World comes up. This guy standing across from us remembers that a girl from BC was on the show (not realizing that it was me) and says, "Oh, the bald one?" Remember how much I've had to drink. I'm not completely putting together that he doesn't know it's me, so I think this guy is just calling me bald. "What did you say?!"

"The bald one from the Real World," he repeats. I think I go into some fit about how it's just thin hair and it's not actually falling out, and I leave the room. I go to Amy's bedroom to find Amy and Diane in there. I close the door and start balling me eyes out. "What's wrong, what's wrong?" the say as they pulled me to the bed and tried to calm me down. I proceed to tell the story about being called bald, and they laugh with me about it. "Obviously, you don't look bald if he thinks this other girl is bald and he's saying it to you. It's like if you were really fat, they wouldn't talk to you about some girl being really fat because you just don't do that." I was feeling melodramatic and drunk. Amy was telling me that they were just drunk tears, which was true, but who thinks their tears are drunk tears at the time?

I got way to far from sobriety than I had planned, and Amy put me in a cab. Getting from the living room to my bedroom was a bit of a challenge, but my roommate helped me out and gave me water for when I woke up. He wouldn't let me sleep on my back. I understand that, but I really wasn't going to throw up. Still he wouldn't leave until I flipped myself over onto my side.

I drank a lot of water and slept til 1pm, so I'm not feeling really great, but I feel good.

Here's the work situation: you know how the closed the day bar down? Well, my boss was kind enough to not let me go entirely and offered me a job on waitstaff. Nothing wrong with being a server, but it is very different from tending bar, and I prefer tending bar much more. I wanted to think about it. I have so much going on in the next few weeks, that I was sort of glad to have no job, and now I'm faced with the decision to do the responsible thing or be a fun-loving slacker before the New Year. I said I'd take the job. So, I'm spending the next four days being a food runner to get better acquainted with the food and garnishes, and when I came back from Christmas with Dad, I start waiting tables. I really don't know how I feel about it, and I really sort of wish my boss just let me go so I didn't have to stress so much about New Years. I have serious plans that I will not compromise.

Then I heard that a new bar has just opened up a block from my house. I go in there today and it is absolutely gorgeous in there. I love it. Not thrilled about the idea of so quickly after this last job having to learn a whole new menu, computer system, work system, and staff, but I want to bartend, and this place is around the corner and cool. I put in my application. They are obviously fully staffed right now, which is quite sad, but they manager was super nice and said he'd give me a call to let me know what was up. I really really hope that works out, but I wish I could have some sort of answer because then I won't even have to deal with this $6 an hour food running bullshit I have to do in one hour.

So, three bars in two months. That's record. I was so excited about that one place, and now I'm so excited about this new one. I hope it works out. It would be so nice to settle into one thing and one damn place to be employed. Around the corner - how convenient! I would never have to worry about parking, weather, nothing! It's closer than where I go to get my coffee. It's brand new though, just like the current place, so it's the same situation with having no space for me. It's weird begging for all these bartending positions when I'm not even like the best or most experienced bartender out there. I'm just trying to work so I can become great at it, but it's like that thing when you're trying to get a job, but they want someone with more experience, but if no one ever hires you, then you'll never GET experience - kind of thing. Maybe I should have just been a temp. Ugh.

Not looking forward to tonight. Watch me fucking drop one of those enormous trays of food. I'm not worried or stressed though. I think it'll be relatively slow. Don't even know the seating chart, so I'll be confused as to wear to actually run the food. I'll be making about $50 tonight before taxes. Sad day. I hope cool servers are working. There are some girls there that I really do like. That's one thing I can say about that place.

Wow, I've really learned that lesson about martinis. That shit is like straight alcohol. Bad bad idea to have three. Never again. They're sip drinks, not drink drinks. I was throwing them back like water, and that is dumb. Very dumb.

Okay, let's not talk about work or alcohol. My friend Mike asked me if I thought that my apartment from Real World was in Two Weeks Notice. He said the staircase looked eerily similar. So, I downloaded the trailer and saw the staircase and thought it really did look like that apartment. I got out episode one and popped it in, since they do a pretty good job showing the whole place. I decided that I don't think that's it because in the movie, the stairs turn, and in my house, it just came straight down. Then again, it is a movie, and I'm sure they wanted it to look nothing like the fucking Real World, so maybe they changed it. I would say no way, and call it a stretch, but then remember when I posted "the news" that Sandra Bullock currently lives in my old apartment? Dave from the deli had told me when I breezed through the neighborhood that she lived there because he always so her going in and out. It may very well be that she was there because it was a scene for the movie. Wouldn't there be trailers outside though? Maybe there were and Dave didn't mention it. I don't know, but now I may actually have to see the movie to find out, and I'm not too thrilled about that.

I watched Christina Aguilera's Driven episode. God, she really was driven. That is the most appropriate title for a show ever. She had it rough with her peers. Jealous people are evil. Anyway, those Driven shows make me feel better about myself, though they should make me feel worse. I mean, these kids seriously busted their asses to get what they have now. They've wanted this forever and they've fought to get it, and not they have it. I'm sitting here wishing I were filthy rich from performing, but I'm not doing shit about it because I definitely don't want it like they do. I mean, I think it would be nice, but some people are willing to take all the bad to get the good. I'm not. I hate so much of that shit, that I don't think it's worth it. Not that I know anything about it personally, but it seems too much for me even if I did sit around so positive that I wanted to "be a star." I'm no star. I want a good job that is fun in a normal way. Ah, talking about work again.

I NEED to find more things to talk about in this world.

I'm excited to get through this week and head down to Jersey. Oh, it'll be so nice to sit around and relax in the old home, even though it doesn't look a thing like it did when I lived there. No, maybe I shouldn't talk about that. That'll make me sad. Oooh, but I can't wait to see my dog. I love Sam Buddy.

Anna Nicole. Explain. She seems harmless even though she was a gold-ditching whore when she tried to take her late husband's money away from his son. Now, I mean, is she high all the time? What's the deal. I don't understand. I have a friend who works on that show, and he's oddly defensive of her. Apparently, she's a nice girl with a lot of spark. Apparently, she's kind of cool. I don't know. But I guess he would know better than me.

I really want to nap. I really should.

I didn't nap. Now, I have to get ready to go. Boo.