If you'd told me I'd be doing this 8 years ago, I'd've questioned your grip on reality. As it is, I'm kinda questioning MINE right now. ;)
Work was...work. We've lost another FOH person, so my hours are steadily climbing. Yay! (Now if someone would just explain to my knees that this is a GOOD thing)
Okay, that's the third smarmy guy who has tried to charm his way into sharing this booth. Kent is NOT allowed to go to the bathroom for the rest of the night.
Got a letter from G this morning. Poor woman talked to the maternal unit, and advised I stay as far away from her as possible.
I really appreciate her concern, but tell me something I don't already know. ;P Actually, the only reason I haven't blocked mom's number is that she found my college scrapbook, and I WILL HAVE THAT BACK. There are too many precious memories, and too many backmail opportunities, in that book.
Ya know, the last time I saw this many men in tank tops, I was at Pride in Durham. (Okay, technically they're jerseys, but still...)
Okay, dude # 4 just offered cupcakes from Sugarland and to buy my beer until halftime. We have a winnah!