so tonight i was a waitress....
so there was this cancer fundraiser thing and i volunteered for it... i was supposed to be a waitress or something similar.
i was truly part of the waitress brigade. i delivered drinks with the best of them and had come to love the old deaf women in the large white feathered hats, but i got relocated. i was relocated to handing out flyers for the auction thingy. and you know who goes to auctions? old drunk men. they had to sign little cards with their name address phone number etc. so if they won, they could recieve their winnings. well, it is highly amusing to watch old men try to walk while theyre drunk. since they would usually be using a cane, and now they arent using a cane and they are also walking so crookedly they look like they're trying to watlz, it didnt look to pleasant on their part. but it definitely amused me. i had to write one guy's name because he was so very drunk that he couldn't write. i don't think it was really his name... but maybe it was. he definitely didn't remember his address or phone number. there were some pretty cool people there that i got to know (not by names, but they knew me and i knew them and they smiled at me and it made me happy)and there were some AWESOME fancy dressed people. so many beautiful dresses. so many rare french looking models. tall and leggy and skinny as a very skinny piece of string cheese. she had on a black hat with netting over the front, and a short black dress, and those high heels that wrap around your ankles, and i was in awe. i couldn't stop staring. she was beautiful. and there were the cooks, since the whole point of this thing was famous cooks of Baton rouge get together and cook a lot of stuff from their restaurants and let everyone taste some for free. there was a fountain flowing with chocolate that you could dip strawberries and pretzels and stuff in and lots of noodles with good sauces, and some wedding cake, lots of alcohol i could very easily have gotten horrbily drunk on, but i didnt because i knew my mom probably would be and i wanted to be able to drive home if i had too. but she only had 2 glasses of wine, so we were good (kind of. we did almost kill a few people backing out, but hey, we didnt, for which i am grateful).
drunk men + me in a shoulder baring top and skirty skirt = a bad time. i mean it. if you ever have the choice, do NOT let men older than your father hit on you. it is not in any way shape or form pleasant.
that is all.
and i have had many cups of coffee tonight. i lost count after 6. so if everything i just typed make absolutely no sense, this is why. blame it on the excessive amounts of caffeine.
boodbye, lovers.
i was truly part of the waitress brigade. i delivered drinks with the best of them and had come to love the old deaf women in the large white feathered hats, but i got relocated. i was relocated to handing out flyers for the auction thingy. and you know who goes to auctions? old drunk men. they had to sign little cards with their name address phone number etc. so if they won, they could recieve their winnings. well, it is highly amusing to watch old men try to walk while theyre drunk. since they would usually be using a cane, and now they arent using a cane and they are also walking so crookedly they look like they're trying to watlz, it didnt look to pleasant on their part. but it definitely amused me. i had to write one guy's name because he was so very drunk that he couldn't write. i don't think it was really his name... but maybe it was. he definitely didn't remember his address or phone number. there were some pretty cool people there that i got to know (not by names, but they knew me and i knew them and they smiled at me and it made me happy)and there were some AWESOME fancy dressed people. so many beautiful dresses. so many rare french looking models. tall and leggy and skinny as a very skinny piece of string cheese. she had on a black hat with netting over the front, and a short black dress, and those high heels that wrap around your ankles, and i was in awe. i couldn't stop staring. she was beautiful. and there were the cooks, since the whole point of this thing was famous cooks of Baton rouge get together and cook a lot of stuff from their restaurants and let everyone taste some for free. there was a fountain flowing with chocolate that you could dip strawberries and pretzels and stuff in and lots of noodles with good sauces, and some wedding cake, lots of alcohol i could very easily have gotten horrbily drunk on, but i didnt because i knew my mom probably would be and i wanted to be able to drive home if i had too. but she only had 2 glasses of wine, so we were good (kind of. we did almost kill a few people backing out, but hey, we didnt, for which i am grateful).
drunk men + me in a shoulder baring top and skirty skirt = a bad time. i mean it. if you ever have the choice, do NOT let men older than your father hit on you. it is not in any way shape or form pleasant.
that is all.
and i have had many cups of coffee tonight. i lost count after 6. so if everything i just typed make absolutely no sense, this is why. blame it on the excessive amounts of caffeine.
boodbye, lovers.