My hands reek of bleach. Last night I got called into my "other work place" to be the bartender and waiter all by my lonesome, front of the house all at my mercy. Thank god it was a slow night, I was dreading a huge rush and me loosing my shit all over the place. I managed to make some perfect drinks (martinis and Spanish coffees!) when called upon and had no problem with the wine list or the food menu. A job well done, if I do say so my self. Yea me! Plus I got to squirrel away some more tip money for Cabo.
I dreamed that I was dreaming and woke up and saw that I had two and a half hours until my alarm would go off. Yea! More sleep, I thought. Then my alarm went off. In real life. Just feel cheated.
Only one more week of getups before heading to Mexico. Big Yea! And while in Cabo we will be checking out this place because they have a chef there named Jesus, and he may just be my missing Baby J. And sadly, no, there has been no further contact from the abducted Baby Jesus. I am thinking of adopting a little brown baby from Africa or an Asian tot perhaps, a la Angie Jolie, to replace him, what with the holidays quickly approaching and all. Problem is I only want the kid through the holidays and I don't think they let you rent them by the day. Bummer. I guess I need to post another blog about the abducted Christ figurine to see if I get another e-mail. Hint hint.
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Yes, I know this is a lame post but I just wanted to get a few paragraphs of type in between the banner and that picture yesterday.
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I'll send you a kid.
Name him anything you want.
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