CG Update Summer 2007 Extravaganzer
Ah, summer in college. Getting inebriated every night -- how utterly pointless. Surely, this must come to a halt sometime in the near future. I don't want my body to have to keep ridding itself of these poisons I introduce it to. Granted it's usually wine, people have been drinking wine for centuries, with meals and as water, surely it can't be that bad...
Which brings me to my next topic -- new job. I recently began serving/bartending at bacaro in downtown champaign. It's a classy little restaurant/wine bar. It's not too uppity, though. It's modern, it's hip, it's doing its thang, and it's a fun place to hang one's hat. After work we usually eat a "family meal" together and drink the rest of the 'wines by the glass' bottles. So, on one hand I'm just learning more about what I'm selling so I can sell more expensive bottles to make my boss happy and to make my tips grow larger. On the other hand, it's still alcohol I'm putting into my body. I don't mean to sound like a prude, but this stuff is technically a poison that produces a pleasant side effect. It just bugs me.
I make pretty good money there. I'm working like 5-6 days a week so I should be making pretty good money no matter what. It's so weird to actually have money. I've been so beyond poor for the past 2-3 years that it's weird to be able to spend with (relative) impunity. Granted my idea of spending with impunity is buying a bottle of wine and eating out every now and then...oh and possibly buying an article or two of clothing -- from a thrift store...WATCH OUT!
I'm still planning on taking a trip sometime soon. I would very much like to get outside of the western culture for...the first time since my conception. Recently we were thinking Asia. Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, India. To quote Paris, that'd be hott.
Cosmos is doing well. He's starting to look much more mature. He recently has been having these strange lesions on his paws. Probably from running around downtown champaign over oodles and oodles of broken glass. Do they make doggie booties?
Mentally, I feel really stable lately. The days of when I used to overanalyze things til it drove me crazy have simply disappeared. Mostly because I don't have time for that nonsense anymore. It's nice staying busy, but boy do the days pass me by like it's their business model.
I could probably go on forever because there's all this new shit going on and I don't get much chance to talk about it with most people. I never really noticed it til I got going..
Which brings me to my next topic -- new job. I recently began serving/bartending at bacaro in downtown champaign. It's a classy little restaurant/wine bar. It's not too uppity, though. It's modern, it's hip, it's doing its thang, and it's a fun place to hang one's hat. After work we usually eat a "family meal" together and drink the rest of the 'wines by the glass' bottles. So, on one hand I'm just learning more about what I'm selling so I can sell more expensive bottles to make my boss happy and to make my tips grow larger. On the other hand, it's still alcohol I'm putting into my body. I don't mean to sound like a prude, but this stuff is technically a poison that produces a pleasant side effect. It just bugs me.
I make pretty good money there. I'm working like 5-6 days a week so I should be making pretty good money no matter what. It's so weird to actually have money. I've been so beyond poor for the past 2-3 years that it's weird to be able to spend with (relative) impunity. Granted my idea of spending with impunity is buying a bottle of wine and eating out every now and then...oh and possibly buying an article or two of clothing -- from a thrift store...WATCH OUT!
I'm still planning on taking a trip sometime soon. I would very much like to get outside of the western culture for...the first time since my conception. Recently we were thinking Asia. Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, India. To quote Paris, that'd be hott.
Cosmos is doing well. He's starting to look much more mature. He recently has been having these strange lesions on his paws. Probably from running around downtown champaign over oodles and oodles of broken glass. Do they make doggie booties?
Mentally, I feel really stable lately. The days of when I used to overanalyze things til it drove me crazy have simply disappeared. Mostly because I don't have time for that nonsense anymore. It's nice staying busy, but boy do the days pass me by like it's their business model.
I could probably go on forever because there's all this new shit going on and I don't get much chance to talk about it with most people. I never really noticed it til I got going..