Of getting tossed out of bars (and not)
Most eventful weekend in a LONG ass time.
Friday worked something to 9pm in Bedford. We lost power around 7:30 or 8, so by the time I left, we had already closed to the public, and the 2 'closers' were washing things by hand. Ran into a group of ladies I know who decided they wanted to bother me at work, but it turned out that I got to win, as they were locked out. Suckers. They timed it well though, as I was leaving when they arrived, so we chatted briefly before I went home to meet Greg to go to the Middle East to see the Stolen Records (formerly Speak Easy) play their CD release show. It was awesome, except that I didn't see the Stolen Records' play. Apparently you can get thrown out of clubs for sharing alcohol with minors. Who knew?
So, we went back to my house and raced motorcycles.
Saturday, I worked in the morning/early afternoon. It was kind of stressful when I was with only one other person for 1 hour and 45 minutes, but Keith (one of the shifts there) was nice enough to come in a bit early, so that the next hour and 15 minutes wasn't more of the same. Went home at 5ish I think, then got ready to go out again. Vanessa (another shift) was celebrating her birthday, and I decided, against a ton of better judgement, to go along with the celebration. It turned out to be awesome, as all 5 shifts from Bedford met up in Boston and rocked out for a while, and then all made our drunken way home around 2:30.
Why against my better judgement? Opening Sunday. This meant I had to be at work at 5am. So, I get home at 2:30am, and decide that gives me just enough time to take an hour nap, so I set two alarms, my next-to-bed alarm clock, and my phone on my desk. I wake up at 5:25, and my phone is turned off, and my alarm clock is set to 4:00 (not 3:30 like it was originally). So I swear, hop in the car, and bust my ass up to Bedford, where I open only a little (30 minutes total) late, and we don't see a customer for the first hour (literally). Once I get off a whole 10 minutes early at 1:20, I go home, then to Concord 'Bucks to see if they have mild (we ran out), which they don't, but I got to say hi to the rockin' people back over there, and then I went home. So, it's 2:30. I have plans to meet my grandparents for dinner at 5, so I could sneak in a 2 hour nap, except that Susan's online, and I like talking to her a hell of a lot more than silly napping, so we chat for an hour, and then it's too late to think nap. Get dinner, then drive back to the Bedford 'Bucks, and chat with the 2 people there, Jay and Reilly, for about 40 minutes. Head home, take out dogs, change, drive to Schrager's for beirut, peppermint patty shots, and rally racing video games. Finally leave there around 1:15, and get home and do I pass out? Nope! I go on Facebook, and then update this thing for some odd reason.
Did I sleep much this weekend? Nah. Did I do everything I planned? Nah. Was it a fucking awesome weekend with a ton of great people? Totally.
Long story short: Being friends with those you work with is killer. Also, understanding when is nap time and when is stay up time is key, whether it be to not oversleep a shift, or to have a surprisingly fun night despite being exhausted as fuckall.
On a scale from 1 to Crunk, I rate this weekend (and the week before it, really) '8 and a wasted'
-Touch Rustrod
Friday worked something to 9pm in Bedford. We lost power around 7:30 or 8, so by the time I left, we had already closed to the public, and the 2 'closers' were washing things by hand. Ran into a group of ladies I know who decided they wanted to bother me at work, but it turned out that I got to win, as they were locked out. Suckers. They timed it well though, as I was leaving when they arrived, so we chatted briefly before I went home to meet Greg to go to the Middle East to see the Stolen Records (formerly Speak Easy) play their CD release show. It was awesome, except that I didn't see the Stolen Records' play. Apparently you can get thrown out of clubs for sharing alcohol with minors. Who knew?
So, we went back to my house and raced motorcycles.
Saturday, I worked in the morning/early afternoon. It was kind of stressful when I was with only one other person for 1 hour and 45 minutes, but Keith (one of the shifts there) was nice enough to come in a bit early, so that the next hour and 15 minutes wasn't more of the same. Went home at 5ish I think, then got ready to go out again. Vanessa (another shift) was celebrating her birthday, and I decided, against a ton of better judgement, to go along with the celebration. It turned out to be awesome, as all 5 shifts from Bedford met up in Boston and rocked out for a while, and then all made our drunken way home around 2:30.
Why against my better judgement? Opening Sunday. This meant I had to be at work at 5am. So, I get home at 2:30am, and decide that gives me just enough time to take an hour nap, so I set two alarms, my next-to-bed alarm clock, and my phone on my desk. I wake up at 5:25, and my phone is turned off, and my alarm clock is set to 4:00 (not 3:30 like it was originally). So I swear, hop in the car, and bust my ass up to Bedford, where I open only a little (30 minutes total) late, and we don't see a customer for the first hour (literally). Once I get off a whole 10 minutes early at 1:20, I go home, then to Concord 'Bucks to see if they have mild (we ran out), which they don't, but I got to say hi to the rockin' people back over there, and then I went home. So, it's 2:30. I have plans to meet my grandparents for dinner at 5, so I could sneak in a 2 hour nap, except that Susan's online, and I like talking to her a hell of a lot more than silly napping, so we chat for an hour, and then it's too late to think nap. Get dinner, then drive back to the Bedford 'Bucks, and chat with the 2 people there, Jay and Reilly, for about 40 minutes. Head home, take out dogs, change, drive to Schrager's for beirut, peppermint patty shots, and rally racing video games. Finally leave there around 1:15, and get home and do I pass out? Nope! I go on Facebook, and then update this thing for some odd reason.
Did I sleep much this weekend? Nah. Did I do everything I planned? Nah. Was it a fucking awesome weekend with a ton of great people? Totally.
Long story short: Being friends with those you work with is killer. Also, understanding when is nap time and when is stay up time is key, whether it be to not oversleep a shift, or to have a surprisingly fun night despite being exhausted as fuckall.
On a scale from 1 to Crunk, I rate this weekend (and the week before it, really) '8 and a wasted'
-Touch Rustrod