let me tell you a little about oxygen bars
Okay. Barbie, who we work with at the Olive Garden was bar-tending at that bar Cahootenanny's tonight. So, Patrick, Des, Crystal and I went over there after work. Crystal didn't stay long because she was on call at the hospital. Patrick and Des and I stayed and drank for awhile and then Brad showed up high with one of his friends and informed us that Cahootenanny's, in fact, has an oxygen bar. Des was really excited about that and I had no fucking idea what it was. I've heard the term before but I didn't know what it was. So Des and I went upstairs and tried it. It's actually quite literal. What you do is you plug those things into your nose (the ones that your granddad has in his nose, the granddad who carries the oxygen tank around with him) and you inhale scented oxygen for seven minutes for five dollars. It's supposed to make you feel all cleansed and refreshed. Well, let me just take this opportunity to inform you what a PROFOUND WASTE OF MONEY it was. I inhaled lemon-scented oxygen called "purity" for seven minutes and I have to say that I still feel just as slutty as I did before those fated seven minutes. I do not feel pure in any form. All it did was kill the buzz I had from the beer I was drinking and I also now feel like I drank three bottles of lemon-scented Pinsol. I do have to say though that the best quote about oxygen bars came from Brad who, when asked what it was like, said "It's kind of like...breathing."
Anyway, so we all worked tonight before we went out to the bar. I made some decent money. My alcohol sales, on average, were $3.12 per person. That's a lot of fucking drunk people. Buddy, the busser who is always fucked up and because he takes a lot of muscle relaxers always drops a lot of trays, told me that it's probably because the liquor stores are closed on Sundays so people go out to drink. Leave it to someone who's always fucked-up to think of that. It makes a lot of sense but I never would have thought of it. Another thing I wanted to say is that rednecks have really been surprising me lately in terms of tips. They drink a fuck lot of alcohol and their bill is huge but you still expect them to stiff you because they have no teeth and you can't understand a fucking thing they say and whenever they open their mouths to talk, a bunch of food falls out but when it comes down to it, rednecks have been tipping the fuck out of me lately. Work was also good because Little Steve didn't work tonight. That ankle-biting bastard.
OH and I forgot to mention what happened last night before I got off work. There is this sweet little bimbo host Jessica who we work with. We worked with her at Tony Roma's before it closed down too. She's only 17 and she didn't turn 17 very long ago either. Anyway, she has had a lot of shit going on with her lately because her mother hit her a couple of months ago and her friend saw it and called the police, who took her mother to jail and also found out that she had drug paraphernalia on her. Her mom got in lots of trouble, obviously, and Jessica's whole family AND her ex-boyfriend blame HER for it. So she worked last night and then she got off and she came back later crying her eyes out, face all swollen and purple. Her dad fucking punched her in the face. And she didn't call the cops because she didn't want to go through the whole thing she went through with her mom. Her family has made her feel so guilty about that that she just let this motherfucker hit her. I feel like I need to do something but she begged us not to call the police. I know she's not staying at home with him but fuck.
Anyway, it's probably pretty obvious that I'm kind of drunk right now because I sound kind of retarded so I'm going to go now.
Haha, Des and I are drinking wine out of a jug.
P.S. PATRICK IS MY BEST FRIEND EVER OF ALL TIME.
oh and this is the best song.
thank jesus for spell-check.
Anyway, so we all worked tonight before we went out to the bar. I made some decent money. My alcohol sales, on average, were $3.12 per person. That's a lot of fucking drunk people. Buddy, the busser who is always fucked up and because he takes a lot of muscle relaxers always drops a lot of trays, told me that it's probably because the liquor stores are closed on Sundays so people go out to drink. Leave it to someone who's always fucked-up to think of that. It makes a lot of sense but I never would have thought of it. Another thing I wanted to say is that rednecks have really been surprising me lately in terms of tips. They drink a fuck lot of alcohol and their bill is huge but you still expect them to stiff you because they have no teeth and you can't understand a fucking thing they say and whenever they open their mouths to talk, a bunch of food falls out but when it comes down to it, rednecks have been tipping the fuck out of me lately. Work was also good because Little Steve didn't work tonight. That ankle-biting bastard.
OH and I forgot to mention what happened last night before I got off work. There is this sweet little bimbo host Jessica who we work with. We worked with her at Tony Roma's before it closed down too. She's only 17 and she didn't turn 17 very long ago either. Anyway, she has had a lot of shit going on with her lately because her mother hit her a couple of months ago and her friend saw it and called the police, who took her mother to jail and also found out that she had drug paraphernalia on her. Her mom got in lots of trouble, obviously, and Jessica's whole family AND her ex-boyfriend blame HER for it. So she worked last night and then she got off and she came back later crying her eyes out, face all swollen and purple. Her dad fucking punched her in the face. And she didn't call the cops because she didn't want to go through the whole thing she went through with her mom. Her family has made her feel so guilty about that that she just let this motherfucker hit her. I feel like I need to do something but she begged us not to call the police. I know she's not staying at home with him but fuck.
Anyway, it's probably pretty obvious that I'm kind of drunk right now because I sound kind of retarded so I'm going to go now.
Haha, Des and I are drinking wine out of a jug.
P.S. PATRICK IS MY BEST FRIEND EVER OF ALL TIME.
oh and this is the best song.
thank jesus for spell-check.