good night wesley, good work, i'll likely kill you in the mornin'...
~Under the emblem of the sun
Sweat, like a train
I come, I come,
My body to dust
Scorched by the might of the sun
Burning light, burning white heat
Like wildfire
I swear defeat
My body screams
Disintegrates in the heat
Our love is the faith that keeps on burning
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
Burnt at the stake, on a bed of fire
Her body rises
Taking me higher
My loves desire
Is pure ascension fire~~~~~~~
a few drops of alarm with some subtle tweaks by io himself.
IO = ecstasy cry of the greeks = 10 (in TEQ) = the spirit trigram and the trigram of Leo = yoni and lingam = all kinds of glorious mysteries
i almost got fired. i forgot a table for 1/2 an hour. it was so fucking busy in that gay bar/italian restaurant, it was ridiculous. it was also ang's birthday. i was so stressed out i never managed to talk to her. i ended up stuck at that restaurant until five thirty in the morning, rolling PLASTIC SILVERWARE to prepare for PRIDE FEST the next day. have you ever seen 1000 plastic forks in a bag? I HAVE. and the 1000 plastic knives to go with it. It was so insane. as i was rolling, i got to see bar rush. Sicilia jumped up eventually and forced us back on the floor cuz the staff couldn't "handle it". Everybody i went to had been helped, so i just ran little things for the other servers -- brought a table a salad, or some waters, whatever. it helped me keep my job.
after bar rush settled down, we went back to rolling. jaime's boyfriend got suckered into rolling with us. our boss, instead of being surprised and happy that we were working so hard and so late to prepare for the queers that were going to storm the place later --- shouted, "what are you going to do, make a living out of it? hurry the fuck up and get out of my fucking restaurant!" it was ultra surreal...closing the house, seeing all the characters that made it to the very end...some people were walking with 310, 260, whatever in their pocket. i somehow managed to make 180 even though i fucked up a bunch of shit. i have no idea what happened.
aftewards some of us went to Anthony, the philosophy major's house, hung out, spaced out, bitched about work. i split a (leo) with the phil major, and smoked a lil. it was a very surreal experience. for the first time, i felt like i actually WORKED at como's...not that I was ang's sidekick or whatever. and all these people i didn't even know knew me were going up to Sicilia and putting in a good word for me.
but i couldn't even be happy that i didn't get fired at the end of the night cuz i didn't know if she was just keeping me around to fire me after Pride Fest.
The next day we couldn't even drive to Como's, it was so packed. The minute we walked we were confronted with 1000 people, mostly lesbians crammed into a space that is supposed to hold 300 people INCLUDING servers! the patio was a mess. however, my distaster the night before somehow clobbered me over the head hard enough to make me just calm down. the insanity took the pressue off...nobody expected fast service. everybody knew it took ten minutes just to make it to the bar.
but it was going to be a long night of plowing thru people and screamin, "hot pizza, get out of my way, commin' thru, excuse me, excuse me....blahhh"
I alternated between, "excuse me, lovelies" "coming thru, all u beautiful people..." or whatever to "get the fuck out of my way" and generally was not stressed out in the least. one of my tables had been taken up for a beer tub so things were smooth...
.....until......
we had a powersurge and all the computers went out. we only got one back at first, after a long time. we had to hand write the pizza tickets, (but still ring it in, and make sure the pizza guys didn't make it if the printer started to feed). The computers were so freakin slow and we were all standing in line...it was impossible.....frustrating....
but then, the tornado watch i had heard about on the way to work started to resonate in the wind that picked up and tossed bev naps in little spirals across the bar.
my hippie dyke under the awning told me she wasn't going to puss out when the rain started to fall. all the people at tables under the sky bolted for awnings, while servers scattered to grab parmesean cheeses and s&p shakers. However, in a few more minutes, the rain was pelting down so hard that everybody was drenched and the entire patio streaked for inside, shouting, yelling...the wind was raging so hard that bottles and glasses blew off the tables and tinkled as they embraced the pavement. a few silly faerie gay boys skipped thru the drops, a handful of lesbians took off their shirts and strutted in their bras...but most people were streamlining for the door....
but i...standing in the middle of the patio, arms upraised, face to the rain just, my mind screaming, "thank you THANK YOU TTTHHHAAAANNKKKK YYYYOOOOOUUUUU! ~o, i DO like to feel the rain in the summertime~ the drops slid down my face, across my jawline, forming a stream off my chin...we were all soaked, hair damp, monkey drenched...the top of my cig pack came off because the joint got too wet...
but i was soo happy....it was droppings from the host of heaven baby....i felt like the sky god was cumming all over me and I welcomed each drop like an eager Whore...
the rest of the night was smooth sailing, walking around, picking up stuff, helping a random person here or there....once the rain chilled, a few people dared the patio again, but the place was trashed. ang and i got cut soon, rolled our silverware and were out there.
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i had a real fucked up weekend. and i didn't even go INTO the ride home at seventy thirty between that first day and the next. holy hell. i can't even tell if that's for a magickal record or if it will do up here. but right now, it's getting late.
i need to finish those dishes
do my mantra
go to bed
93
Sweat, like a train
I come, I come,
My body to dust
Scorched by the might of the sun
Burning light, burning white heat
Like wildfire
I swear defeat
My body screams
Disintegrates in the heat
Our love is the faith that keeps on burning
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
Burnt at the stake, on a bed of fire
Her body rises
Taking me higher
My loves desire
Is pure ascension fire~~~~~~~
a few drops of alarm with some subtle tweaks by io himself.
IO = ecstasy cry of the greeks = 10 (in TEQ) = the spirit trigram and the trigram of Leo = yoni and lingam = all kinds of glorious mysteries
i almost got fired. i forgot a table for 1/2 an hour. it was so fucking busy in that gay bar/italian restaurant, it was ridiculous. it was also ang's birthday. i was so stressed out i never managed to talk to her. i ended up stuck at that restaurant until five thirty in the morning, rolling PLASTIC SILVERWARE to prepare for PRIDE FEST the next day. have you ever seen 1000 plastic forks in a bag? I HAVE. and the 1000 plastic knives to go with it. It was so insane. as i was rolling, i got to see bar rush. Sicilia jumped up eventually and forced us back on the floor cuz the staff couldn't "handle it". Everybody i went to had been helped, so i just ran little things for the other servers -- brought a table a salad, or some waters, whatever. it helped me keep my job.
after bar rush settled down, we went back to rolling. jaime's boyfriend got suckered into rolling with us. our boss, instead of being surprised and happy that we were working so hard and so late to prepare for the queers that were going to storm the place later --- shouted, "what are you going to do, make a living out of it? hurry the fuck up and get out of my fucking restaurant!" it was ultra surreal...closing the house, seeing all the characters that made it to the very end...some people were walking with 310, 260, whatever in their pocket. i somehow managed to make 180 even though i fucked up a bunch of shit. i have no idea what happened.
aftewards some of us went to Anthony, the philosophy major's house, hung out, spaced out, bitched about work. i split a (leo) with the phil major, and smoked a lil. it was a very surreal experience. for the first time, i felt like i actually WORKED at como's...not that I was ang's sidekick or whatever. and all these people i didn't even know knew me were going up to Sicilia and putting in a good word for me.
but i couldn't even be happy that i didn't get fired at the end of the night cuz i didn't know if she was just keeping me around to fire me after Pride Fest.
The next day we couldn't even drive to Como's, it was so packed. The minute we walked we were confronted with 1000 people, mostly lesbians crammed into a space that is supposed to hold 300 people INCLUDING servers! the patio was a mess. however, my distaster the night before somehow clobbered me over the head hard enough to make me just calm down. the insanity took the pressue off...nobody expected fast service. everybody knew it took ten minutes just to make it to the bar.
but it was going to be a long night of plowing thru people and screamin, "hot pizza, get out of my way, commin' thru, excuse me, excuse me....blahhh"
I alternated between, "excuse me, lovelies" "coming thru, all u beautiful people..." or whatever to "get the fuck out of my way" and generally was not stressed out in the least. one of my tables had been taken up for a beer tub so things were smooth...
.....until......
we had a powersurge and all the computers went out. we only got one back at first, after a long time. we had to hand write the pizza tickets, (but still ring it in, and make sure the pizza guys didn't make it if the printer started to feed). The computers were so freakin slow and we were all standing in line...it was impossible.....frustrating....
but then, the tornado watch i had heard about on the way to work started to resonate in the wind that picked up and tossed bev naps in little spirals across the bar.
my hippie dyke under the awning told me she wasn't going to puss out when the rain started to fall. all the people at tables under the sky bolted for awnings, while servers scattered to grab parmesean cheeses and s&p shakers. However, in a few more minutes, the rain was pelting down so hard that everybody was drenched and the entire patio streaked for inside, shouting, yelling...the wind was raging so hard that bottles and glasses blew off the tables and tinkled as they embraced the pavement. a few silly faerie gay boys skipped thru the drops, a handful of lesbians took off their shirts and strutted in their bras...but most people were streamlining for the door....
but i...standing in the middle of the patio, arms upraised, face to the rain just, my mind screaming, "thank you THANK YOU TTTHHHAAAANNKKKK YYYYOOOOOUUUUU! ~o, i DO like to feel the rain in the summertime~ the drops slid down my face, across my jawline, forming a stream off my chin...we were all soaked, hair damp, monkey drenched...the top of my cig pack came off because the joint got too wet...
but i was soo happy....it was droppings from the host of heaven baby....i felt like the sky god was cumming all over me and I welcomed each drop like an eager Whore...
the rest of the night was smooth sailing, walking around, picking up stuff, helping a random person here or there....once the rain chilled, a few people dared the patio again, but the place was trashed. ang and i got cut soon, rolled our silverware and were out there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i had a real fucked up weekend. and i didn't even go INTO the ride home at seventy thirty between that first day and the next. holy hell. i can't even tell if that's for a magickal record or if it will do up here. but right now, it's getting late.
i need to finish those dishes
do my mantra
go to bed
93