Thursday afternoon at the Pub isn't particularly busy, so I spend a few minutes opening the mail I grabbed on my way out of the apartment. One larger envelope catches my eye immediately, since it was originally sent to me at the Bar's address and someone forwarded it. I rip it open, and the tell-tale tissue paper reveals that it's a wedding ( Read more... )

What would it take, I wondered, to bring me out of hibernation? Ten weeks of working, dating, writing my novel, and living my life without worrying about the instantaneous judgment of strangers ( Read more... )

Saturday night is cold and busy at the Bar. Maya, Cindy and I are hustling to sling drinks, which is fine because it helps keep us warm - something the Bar's usually adequate heating system isn't doing too well tonight. I swore tonight would be the last night of the season for wearing something that shows my midriff and my navel jewelry, but I'm ( Read more... )