It don't get any better than this...
Oh wait... yes it does...
So so sleepy... yet not hungover... who knew that it is indeed possible to wake up and start one's day without eau d'alcohol emitting from every pore on your body and a headache pounding from the temples on either side of your head? I'm still as sleepy as hell (assuming that one might be tormented by sleeplessness in the various levels of inferno, but with all the burning and screaming… it would most likely be as restful as attempting to get sleep in the free clinic in Daytona Beach post Spring Break).
Anyway.
Went to Sushi last night with SB and LaLo. As a former food server (let us not forget the mexi restaurant, as well as various fine establish-ments in the greater Portland Metropolitan area) I realize that ‘off nights’ do indeed happen. Our beautiful waitress had apparently greased her hands in lard prior to coming onto her shift. While setting down appetizer plates she spilled my sake down the front of me… well nearly. SB jumped in with quickness and his napkin and saved much of it from continuing to trickle down the front of me, while I watched in aghast at the horrible waste of perfectly fine alcohol. One for my homies.
She cleared our table in attempt to remove some of the claustrophobia that had been created with too many sushi rolls, sake and beer bottles placed on a small area. LaLo told her, “This sake bottle is empty, this one is not.” Waitress, apparently not paying attention, gathered both of the bottles up on the clutter of plates in her arms. As soon as she realized she has picked up the bottle with sake still in it she turned around, abruptly scattering edamame and dishes all over the floor. SB once again quickly came to the rescue helping her pick the dishes off the floor. She gathered them in her hands, crossed the small bridge (the have a waterfall attraction in the middle of the restaurant) to her server station and proceeded to drop all of the plates and bowls in her hand crashing them to the floor.
A moment later she left another table, walked into the kitchen and plates plummeted from her hand to the hardwood yet again. This poor girl. I hate nights like that.
I returned home and decided in lieu of spending more quality time with LaLo and SB I would retire to bed. Just before midnight, the first time in a while that I have gone to bed on the same date as I woke on. Of course Beach Chic called at quarter to 3, baffled as to why I was in bed already. Some of us have to work… and by work I mean go into an office and check my emails and figure out what my next post shall be about.
Speaking of emails… I receive a daily email from Daily Candy. A great site. This morning this was sent to me. Just when you thought equality was fleeting… ladies, you too can stand up for your rights.
Unsure of what this weekend will hold… TM has invited me to a house party in town tomorrow night with the instructions of “bring cool girls and guys”. Do you know me? I know no other… We shall see. TM is irritating me anyway... and by irritating I mean not giving me the attention I think I deserve. By not giving me the attention I deserve... I mean I think he has a thing for Beach Chic. I suppose by basically ditching him twice, and trying to previously hook him up with Beach Chic... what am I to expect? Dang it.
I have taken it upon myself to detach interest from all of those that I have claimed crushes on in these last several weeks (detached... until I get drunk again). Really what’s the point other than some frivolity to capture my interest while I distract myself from important things in life?
So I shall go out, have fun with my girlfriends – and my girls *wink* – and see what this weekend shall have in store for me. It’s promised that it the sun will be shining (finally) at the beach so I know that tomorrow at this time I will be topless on the terrace, Bloody Mary in hand. One of the few guarantees in (my) life…
Have an absolutely fabulous weekend.
So so sleepy... yet not hungover... who knew that it is indeed possible to wake up and start one's day without eau d'alcohol emitting from every pore on your body and a headache pounding from the temples on either side of your head? I'm still as sleepy as hell (assuming that one might be tormented by sleeplessness in the various levels of inferno, but with all the burning and screaming… it would most likely be as restful as attempting to get sleep in the free clinic in Daytona Beach post Spring Break).
Anyway.
Went to Sushi last night with SB and LaLo. As a former food server (let us not forget the mexi restaurant, as well as various fine establish-ments in the greater Portland Metropolitan area) I realize that ‘off nights’ do indeed happen. Our beautiful waitress had apparently greased her hands in lard prior to coming onto her shift. While setting down appetizer plates she spilled my sake down the front of me… well nearly. SB jumped in with quickness and his napkin and saved much of it from continuing to trickle down the front of me, while I watched in aghast at the horrible waste of perfectly fine alcohol. One for my homies.
She cleared our table in attempt to remove some of the claustrophobia that had been created with too many sushi rolls, sake and beer bottles placed on a small area. LaLo told her, “This sake bottle is empty, this one is not.” Waitress, apparently not paying attention, gathered both of the bottles up on the clutter of plates in her arms. As soon as she realized she has picked up the bottle with sake still in it she turned around, abruptly scattering edamame and dishes all over the floor. SB once again quickly came to the rescue helping her pick the dishes off the floor. She gathered them in her hands, crossed the small bridge (the have a waterfall attraction in the middle of the restaurant) to her server station and proceeded to drop all of the plates and bowls in her hand crashing them to the floor.
A moment later she left another table, walked into the kitchen and plates plummeted from her hand to the hardwood yet again. This poor girl. I hate nights like that.
I returned home and decided in lieu of spending more quality time with LaLo and SB I would retire to bed. Just before midnight, the first time in a while that I have gone to bed on the same date as I woke on. Of course Beach Chic called at quarter to 3, baffled as to why I was in bed already. Some of us have to work… and by work I mean go into an office and check my emails and figure out what my next post shall be about.
Speaking of emails… I receive a daily email from Daily Candy. A great site. This morning this was sent to me. Just when you thought equality was fleeting… ladies, you too can stand up for your rights.
Unsure of what this weekend will hold… TM has invited me to a house party in town tomorrow night with the instructions of “bring cool girls and guys”. Do you know me? I know no other… We shall see. TM is irritating me anyway... and by irritating I mean not giving me the attention I think I deserve. By not giving me the attention I deserve... I mean I think he has a thing for Beach Chic. I suppose by basically ditching him twice, and trying to previously hook him up with Beach Chic... what am I to expect? Dang it.
I have taken it upon myself to detach interest from all of those that I have claimed crushes on in these last several weeks (detached... until I get drunk again). Really what’s the point other than some frivolity to capture my interest while I distract myself from important things in life?
So I shall go out, have fun with my girlfriends – and my girls *wink* – and see what this weekend shall have in store for me. It’s promised that it the sun will be shining (finally) at the beach so I know that tomorrow at this time I will be topless on the terrace, Bloody Mary in hand. One of the few guarantees in (my) life…
Have an absolutely fabulous weekend.
posted by hannahhas @ Friday, August 19, 2005
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