so i was bitter about it

*late, but i needed to collect my thoughts and decide whether or not this weekend even warranted documentation.  apparently it does.*

I dedicate this past weekend to Mercury, not because I think Mercury (in retrograde) has much power over much of anything, but because the problems that it is said to make happen, happened.  so, cheers.
Communication was on hiatus, there were rolling blackouts and the customers, aww the customers...lets just say "waahooo, college!".  Oh, and did I mention Drag Queens?  Cause, boy were there the queens were out.  busloads of them.  


Friday night was packed from the start.  I showed up early and not a minute too soon.  there was stress due to how busy it was as well as a general uncertainty about what the first weekend with college would be like after the norm I grew used to the past few months.  The groove was not being felt, still took their money and made it all happen even though there was that moment when I wondered why I even bothered.  Money.  Money was the reason.  Money is always the reason.  One day I will finally win the lottery and finally be one of those dumb drunks outside the box.

I was bombarded by more horrible than usual pick up lines this night and the job finally got to me in a way it hasnt ever before.  not because of the lines.  the lines are great.  the best one i heard was "i should have asked you to breakfast", too bad i was all worked up or that one would have won.  really, i would have gone home with that one and and and i dont even know what sarcasm is...
dang.  sorry for the bitterness. my world was on its side. and my brains hated my world.

Saturday was more bearable or less horrible, even though I didnt want to go get money (when i say it like that, i have to go).  I wanted to stay in my cozy house and curl up with my favorite coziest things, but alas, I went.  the money is too good, that's the part that can suck out your soul and your weekend.  but not mine.  i have a plan.  until next time...chin up.

partner in crime?

here I am again ladies and drunks.  originally, I had not intended to use this blogspot this early in the morning* but, heads up people, I am excited!  as it turns out, I have been proposed the opportunity of a life time...CARLOS LaROTTA wants to co-write/kabitch with me.  what more could a girl ask for than someone who's wit and humor are at least up to par AND who's heart my be even blacker than my own?

i already taunted him, too.  with the passwords for the blog.  I mentioned that maybe he should jump, and the man flew over the building and punched me right in my cold heart, possibly melting a smig of it, or at least breaking off a piece of frost bite.  after this introduction, I plan to surprise him by emailing him all the secret fortress words, so that he may enter my lair.  I had told him that he have to talk and go over some ground rules, as so he didnt piss me off, but I think the public would be better off if we just wing it.  also, keeps my 'to do' list to a minimum and that leaves me more free time to do anything else.  Carl, dont piss me off, k?  lets just roll like this and see what happens.  world, meet my friend and filler of my inbox, Carlos.

i love you all, but most of all i love this expression. i feel you 'los. boy, do i feel ya.

*this early in the morning is only early if i slept recently, and i slept so hard.  had dreams that followed this soundtrack : dream track

the whole point...

So, I am setting up this blog so that I can post cool pics and give a play by play of my nights(from my perspective).  For one, so I can help to promote our wonderful business of feeding beautiful Austinites.  And two, because when I get home from work at 3:30am or later there is no one up to hang out with and I still need a little chill out time before I can bring myself to go to sleep.

here is a pic of some 'gold star' patrons.  I give people gold stars when they approach my window and know what they want and spit out their order like a profesh.  As the night progresses, you may get a gold star simply cause you dont piss me off.  It's a sliding scale.