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little later...
Lame night at work, but whatever, I don't care because it was
my last night for a week. I'm headed out to sunny California,
and I couldn't be more excited. I was in total vacation mood
anyway tonight. Simply NOT in the mood to deal with people's
shit, and there is nothing but shit to deal with on Thursday
nights at this place. I HATE Thursday nights there. I'm going
to start requesting to not work then because I seriously despise
the cliental.
First off, there were girls in there who must have had some
SERIOUS fake IDs because there was no way in hell they were
21. There were some simple clues: First of all, there were five
of them, but they had not yet mastered the concept of buying
rounds or starting tabs. Instead, they each wanted to pay for
each of their drinks individually to me for each round. So,
one gets an amaretto sour, another a midori sour, a long island
ice tea, and a cranberry juice. RAVINGLY young chick drinks.
This is the shit I was ordering in the Bahamas when I was 18
because I didn't know much about mixed drinks, but I heard these
were yummy and sweet. Their method of payment - just totally
goes against all etiquette for bars like this. Five girls handing
me their twenty-dollar bills??? No, no, no. The way they tipped
(at least they tipped) was very "trying to be classy lady."
I would be handed a folder dollar that they held up to me in
between their first and middle finger. I was ready for them
to whip out their fluffy mink shoulder wraps and smoke Capris
through foot-long silver cigarette holders. Where do you think
you are? Thanks a lot, Audrey, or should I call you Miss Hepburn?
I have to say, they were nice chicks though. Totally not bitches
or ho-bags, which is a relief on a Thursday night.
I walked up to this one table where a guy and girl were sitting.
I was under the impression that they did not know each other
all that well, and they definitely did not come here together.
Nonetheless, the guy wanted this girl to get as drunk as possible
(he needed that because he wasn't all that attractive), so he
said, "Get another drink," to her. "No! No, I'm
fine, I'm FINE! I don't need another drink. Really (looking
at me now) don't bring me one."
"You are
getting another drink," he insists.
"No,
I don't want one, really," she giggles.
"You
have to. Get one more."
"No, really, I'm
good," she smiles.
"You're getting another
fucking drink," he blurts with a smile of desperation and
frustration.
"I'll have a glass of pinot grigio,"
she says in defeat.
Creepy. Such an afterschool special I just witnessed there.
I should have jumped in and said, "She doesn't want to
drink, you asshole, leave her the fuck alone," but she
was in fine shape, and hey - I have a job to do, which is to
ring up orders to get higher tips. If it looked seriously shady,
I wouldn't have brought her one.
Okay, so I've gotten a shitload of emails already. Everyone
has been really sweet, so thank you for that. Since I'm going
away for a week, I won't be checking my mail for a while. Be
ready for that. But I thought I would address a few issues that
I was asked about.
First off - I've received email and email about which waxing
place I use. I use Jordan & Co in downtown Boston. Sue does
the waxing. She's great.
Thanks for all the advice on how to keep the heat in my house.
I could NOT believe how helpful everyone was. I got some great
ideas, so I think that's all taken care of for now.
So, I've downloaded a few of the Bostonians songs for the new
album coming out, and I was feeling really nostalgic. I don't
have anything in my life right now like the Bostonians was for
me in college, and I don't know if I ever will again. This is
not to say that the best years of my life were in college with
the Bostonians and the rest of my life will suck in comparison,
but having an intense group of people to be your friends, be
your life, share your talents - it's unique. I mean, when do
I get to sing with 15 of my favorite people in such elaborate
and difficult harmonies and rhythm to recreate a song again?
Graduating and moving on definitely leaves a hole, and becoming
an alum for the Bostonians is definitely a little sad. I wish
I had some sort of project that I could so enthusiastically
dedicate all my energy to. I wish I could have some exhilirating
life-consuming hobby right now. Somehow, asking people if they're
ready for another round just doesn't have the same feeling.
Moving on - Golden Child is coming on right now. 3:15am. I kind
of want to watch it. I saw that movie in the theatre with my
dad. When the hell was that? Let me look it up...I was 7. Wow.
I loved it. I still do. "I..I...I..I...I want the knife."
I probably loved it because the kid had magical powers, and
I'm fucking obsessed with magic. I told you that my sisters
are convinced I'm a witch. I really wish I was.
I'm rambling. It's really late at night/early in the morning.
I'm just totally wired because I don't have to work for a week,
and I'm going to be in 80 degree weather in two days. AAHHH...Holy
SHIT, I can't fucking wait.
Sorry to be lazy, but I didn't reread this, so excuse my errors.
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