So when I get off work late on a Tuesday night I'm still too much of a cheapskate to get a cab. I take the 42. Waiting at the busstop last night, I gazed dreamily at the limo stopped at a light in front of me. "mmm take me home" I wished.
The limo window rolled down. The driver asked, "Need a ride?"
I pulled one of the 'look behind me you can't be talking to me - me?' moves. Then hopped in. This was my first limo trip ever. He dropped me off at my apartment just as kindly as could be.
Nice.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday Night
So the table that made me stay until 1am on a Sunday
The man: Warren
His drink: nothing
His deal: Crazy. Talked about destroying Palestine, how his name was 007, how he worked at the National Cathedral and yelled at old ladies for asking him where the restroom was.
-20 points
The woman: Amanda
Her drink: Basil Collins (cocktail with Absolut vodka, basil, grapefruit juice and soda water) - followed by Limoncello neat.
+ 5 points
Her hair: short pixie cut. Fabulous
+ 10 points
Her deal: cute, super friendly and receptive to my cheese offering. Grateful for my bread obtaining. Not as crazy as Warren, but appreciative of Warren's craziness.
+ 11 points for her story about the man who projectile vomited on her customers 2 nights ago.
Overall: 6 points.
This was after the fabulous 30 top I had of archiving dorks, and the 10 top of "gettin' rowdy" gentleman who all ordered cranberry juice and diet coke. Overall, Sunday night tips ended up okay. And I love Joe the bartender.
The man: Warren
His drink: nothing
His deal: Crazy. Talked about destroying Palestine, how his name was 007, how he worked at the National Cathedral and yelled at old ladies for asking him where the restroom was.
-20 points
The woman: Amanda
Her drink: Basil Collins (cocktail with Absolut vodka, basil, grapefruit juice and soda water) - followed by Limoncello neat.
+ 5 points
Her hair: short pixie cut. Fabulous
+ 10 points
Her deal: cute, super friendly and receptive to my cheese offering. Grateful for my bread obtaining. Not as crazy as Warren, but appreciative of Warren's craziness.
+ 11 points for her story about the man who projectile vomited on her customers 2 nights ago.
Overall: 6 points.
This was after the fabulous 30 top I had of archiving dorks, and the 10 top of "gettin' rowdy" gentleman who all ordered cranberry juice and diet coke. Overall, Sunday night tips ended up okay. And I love Joe the bartender.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Hockey Game
No work tonight. Instead Rogue took me to yet another hockey game. His fam has season tickets they NEED to use, so I don't feel that greedy snatching up every chance I can to see the Caps in action 10 rows from the ice. Tonight's game: Caps vs. Kings. My newtown hometeam vs. my oldtown hometeam. Not a very inspiring game. The Caps reverted to classic sloppy-pass-tripping-poor-defense playing of the bad old days in the second period; and despite a slight comeback in the last 5 min of period 3, final score: Caps 4 Kings 5.
Hockey fans, for better coverage of the game.
Sitting amongst some very adamant fans got me thinking, what if we behaved as parents like we behaved as fans? Cheering when our kids do well and turning on them in a heartbeat with profanities and booing the second they messed up? Then cheering them on again just because they slammed some guy against a wall and started beating him? Blaming everything that goes wrong on some entity external to the family (the reffing was a bit absurd in tonight's game)?
Hockey fans, for better coverage of the game.
Sitting amongst some very adamant fans got me thinking, what if we behaved as parents like we behaved as fans? Cheering when our kids do well and turning on them in a heartbeat with profanities and booing the second they messed up? Then cheering them on again just because they slammed some guy against a wall and started beating him? Blaming everything that goes wrong on some entity external to the family (the reffing was a bit absurd in tonight's game)?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
First Post
God, even now I'm regretting the title of this website. I would never label myself as a cocktail waitress though it's slowly but surely becoming a part of my identity. I only cocktail part-time, but since my real job 1) can involve important political figures who shouldnt be discussed openly in an online forum, 2) is relatively uninteresting on a daily basis (unless you're fascinated by statistical programming methodology) -- I prefer to occupy this niche of cyberspace with more tales from my restaurant life.
As background since I didn't take the "explanation" post to actually explain my life...while I have full-time work in economics, I additionally work nights at a wine bar in DC in order to earn some extra cash to 1) help support my family, 2) save money for grad school, and 3) support my relatively expensive shoe habit.
Wish list item #1 (even better in pink):
As background since I didn't take the "explanation" post to actually explain my life...while I have full-time work in economics, I additionally work nights at a wine bar in DC in order to earn some extra cash to 1) help support my family, 2) save money for grad school, and 3) support my relatively expensive shoe habit.
Wish list item #1 (even better in pink):
I will always love and hate you at the same time, Christian Louboutin.
Unfortunately, tips havent been good lately and these shoes cost several shifts' salary. Working a wine bar in DC offers ripe opportunities to meet extremely interesting and wonderful people - and it definitely has taught me that adults are merely infants wrapped in bigger and more expensive packaging.
Explanation
For myself, I just need to document that I don't think I've started this blog in order to find some sort of satisfaction through the fact that my thoughts and feelings now exist in writing in the public realm. Rather, I've been having trouble sleeping at night again and instead of indulging myself in more destructive practices, I'd rather tell random thoughts or stories of my days to strangers/nobody. So begins.
What I'm Drinking
WHITE MONGOLIAN
1 part vodka
1 part kahlua
1 part soy milk
I'm lactose intolerant yet I love this drink. I like to tell myself it's because I'm a hipster, though it's primarily just trailer trash. But it's cheap and it's comfortable, like that one "boyfriend" (I've never had a real boyfriend) I once had a long long time ago who taught me to smoke and have sex and I loved him just because he bought me sushi when I was really drunk one night. White Mongolians (politically incorrect term perhaps, but statistically Asians are lactose intolerant more often than any other race) are my drink that is too comfortable to let go.
1 part vodka
1 part kahlua
1 part soy milk
I'm lactose intolerant yet I love this drink. I like to tell myself it's because I'm a hipster, though it's primarily just trailer trash. But it's cheap and it's comfortable, like that one "boyfriend" (I've never had a real boyfriend) I once had a long long time ago who taught me to smoke and have sex and I loved him just because he bought me sushi when I was really drunk one night. White Mongolians (politically incorrect term perhaps, but statistically Asians are lactose intolerant more often than any other race) are my drink that is too comfortable to let go.
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