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What a week.
I've gotten to the point now where I know enough people in town to be invited to after-bar parties... and it's getting sort of rough. Once you get there, everyone else is trashed and it's almost like some sort of fucked up useless game of catch-up... Although it kind of works out because I end up getting just the right level of drunk, not ever too stupid... *shrug* Either way, I went through a liter of jack and a case of amber bock in 3 days. So I'll probably be stopping that soon.
I hung out with a guy from the bar who I thought was one of the biggest assholes ever... Even though I don't really want anything to do with guys right now... actually, those two combined is kinda the reason I finally said yes when he asked, because I thought... He's a total prick, it might be fun playing with his mind. I'm an evil bitch, this I know... Kinda like Boondock saints, yes? No.
Anyway... he's a really nice guy. I don't know how he hides it so well at the bar, but he's completely considerate and now I feel like I maybe led him on and I just feel TERRIBLE... His friend was telling me how much he talks about me and how he wishes I would be his girlfriend and all this shit... AHHH@#Y^#%@#& damnit. I want to be ALOOONE alone alone. With my dog. Si.
Saturday night was the halloween party at the bar. So we got to wear costumes... I may have pictures soon, not sure. It was pretty good, though. Anyway, at 9:30 the place was really dead and I was starting to think that we wouldn't have a very good night, and then people just started pouring in the door... we ended up about 80 people over capacity, everyone drinking jag bombs and redheaded sluts and scooby snacks and YOU NAME IT. Fuck. Worst night ever. I actually started crying just before close, but it wasn't bad enough for people to notice so I kept working. Blah... And the best thing is, I only made $80... @#%)@#&(%
I've gotten to the point now where I know enough people in town to be invited to after-bar parties... and it's getting sort of rough. Once you get there, everyone else is trashed and it's almost like some sort of fucked up useless game of catch-up... Although it kind of works out because I end up getting just the right level of drunk, not ever too stupid... *shrug* Either way, I went through a liter of jack and a case of amber bock in 3 days. So I'll probably be stopping that soon.
I hung out with a guy from the bar who I thought was one of the biggest assholes ever... Even though I don't really want anything to do with guys right now... actually, those two combined is kinda the reason I finally said yes when he asked, because I thought... He's a total prick, it might be fun playing with his mind. I'm an evil bitch, this I know... Kinda like Boondock saints, yes? No.
Anyway... he's a really nice guy. I don't know how he hides it so well at the bar, but he's completely considerate and now I feel like I maybe led him on and I just feel TERRIBLE... His friend was telling me how much he talks about me and how he wishes I would be his girlfriend and all this shit... AHHH@#Y^#%@#& damnit. I want to be ALOOONE alone alone. With my dog. Si.
Saturday night was the halloween party at the bar. So we got to wear costumes... I may have pictures soon, not sure. It was pretty good, though. Anyway, at 9:30 the place was really dead and I was starting to think that we wouldn't have a very good night, and then people just started pouring in the door... we ended up about 80 people over capacity, everyone drinking jag bombs and redheaded sluts and scooby snacks and YOU NAME IT. Fuck. Worst night ever. I actually started crying just before close, but it wasn't bad enough for people to notice so I kept working. Blah... And the best thing is, I only made $80... @#%)@#&(%