Holy Saturday!
So with the Passion of our Lord coming to it's completion on Friday afternoon, I'm pretty sure God was sitting up on His throne fairly bored. This is when He decided to play one of His favorite games. This one, dear readers, is called "Send The Freakshow". The premise: put together random groups of people in a local Boston fish restaurant to get the best combination. The goal: the highest possible level of anxiety and general wierded-outness of yours truly while waiting on them. Last night: THE ANIME CONVENTION (I could stop here), Van Morrison concert-goers (the second rate kind that couldn't get Orpheum tickets so they had to settle for the Wang), and a whole bunch of hispanics (perhaps to stay away from meat on Good Friday).
If I ever feel like dressing up as my favorite Japanese cartoon character to go out to dinner, feel free to kick me in the Dragonballz. No kidding, I waited on a guy who looked and sounded just like the comic book guy from the Simpsons whose convention nametag read "Stargazer". Do you call him "Mr. Stargazer" or "Mr. Gazer"? I opted for "buddy".
This night was so crazy, it brought back the dreaded "weed dreams". Those of you who have been in this industry will be well familiar with them. For those of you who have not experienced the dreams of being mind-numbingly busy ("in the weeds"), I'll enlighten you. Usually, you're the only waiter, host, bartender and cook in a restaurant of about 200 people. Inevitably, you forget how to speak English and will have to go across town to retrieve some guest's order. This continues ALL NIGHT LONG and you wake up in a cold sweat thinking you have a table somewhere to attend to.
Those were really fun in my early days when I was practicing music so much, I covered my bed with music and instruments and just slept on the floor. Talk about disorienting. Whew.
From last night:
"John, you coming next door for a drink? Oh, wait. Is it okay to drink on Good Friday?"
"Are you kidding me? I bet the disciples did. That's the ultimate bad day. I'd probably be hittin' it pretty hard if the man I'd followed in poverty and scorn for three years, believing he was the Messiah, just up and got hisself (that's right, 'hisself') crucified outta nowhere like that. I'd have to find myself a martini double-time."
You can't say I never tried to talk about God and religion with my coworkers.
Hasta.
If I ever feel like dressing up as my favorite Japanese cartoon character to go out to dinner, feel free to kick me in the Dragonballz. No kidding, I waited on a guy who looked and sounded just like the comic book guy from the Simpsons whose convention nametag read "Stargazer". Do you call him "Mr. Stargazer" or "Mr. Gazer"? I opted for "buddy".
This night was so crazy, it brought back the dreaded "weed dreams". Those of you who have been in this industry will be well familiar with them. For those of you who have not experienced the dreams of being mind-numbingly busy ("in the weeds"), I'll enlighten you. Usually, you're the only waiter, host, bartender and cook in a restaurant of about 200 people. Inevitably, you forget how to speak English and will have to go across town to retrieve some guest's order. This continues ALL NIGHT LONG and you wake up in a cold sweat thinking you have a table somewhere to attend to.
Those were really fun in my early days when I was practicing music so much, I covered my bed with music and instruments and just slept on the floor. Talk about disorienting. Whew.
From last night:
"John, you coming next door for a drink? Oh, wait. Is it okay to drink on Good Friday?"
"Are you kidding me? I bet the disciples did. That's the ultimate bad day. I'd probably be hittin' it pretty hard if the man I'd followed in poverty and scorn for three years, believing he was the Messiah, just up and got hisself (that's right, 'hisself') crucified outta nowhere like that. I'd have to find myself a martini double-time."
You can't say I never tried to talk about God and religion with my coworkers.
Hasta.