It's Saturday! Yay! My plan is to wake up, go to Kate Spade, and head to work. However, it's snowing and raining sideways! Yikes! I don't want to get out in this weather, until absolutely necessary! And snow...it's not necessary. The thing is...it wasn't even a pretty snow! It's cold, wet, and ugly! Give me some thick snowflakes, on a quiet night, and then we can talk.
So, work. Holy toledo we are busy! And I mean busy! The restaurant is buzzing and we are running around, doing all sorts of things! It's great! I love it when it's like this! A boat load of children come into the restaurant tonight. I love kids, don't get me wrong. And I would love to have some of my own someday. Working around them...insta-birth control! ;) Who needs a pill...just work around the little heathens for a day, and you don't have to worry about it! =)
But please don't let your children climb all over the booths, get chocolate cookie all over the white table cloths and carpet; and please control your child and don't let them run all over the place! This is a nice establishment, where people come to have a nice dinner. A screaming child, flailing themselves all over a booth, is not really what this place is about. It's common sense, so please use it next time you decide to take your children to a nice place, maybe cover some ground rules on basic, restaurant etiquette. Thanks!
After work, Kara and I go out for our other co-worker friend's, birthday! We go to Swift on the Lower East Side! The place is great! The music is awesome, the drinks are pretty good, and the atmosphere is a bar/somewhat dance club/socially-mixed crowd. A man approaches me, completely wasted (of course), and asks my name. I tell him Trisha. Kara's name? Elizabeth. Sir, you're giving me googly eyes with your glazed over, can't even keep them open, pupils. Do you really think I'm going to tell you my real name? Nah.
The man, whose name I don't remember (probably because I don't think I asked him), asks where I'm from. I say, Iowa, of course! I'm proud to be from Iowa. He tells me his short, somewhat pudgy friend, is from Nebraska. Go figure, right?! Ha! I look around the six foot, five inch man I'm speaking with and nicely say, "Oh, I'm from Iowa!" Roley poley responds, "You actually tell people that?" He doesn't understand how upset I get when people say this.
"Of course I do. But I suppose being from Nebraska, I wouldn't admit that either! It's not really a place I would be proud to call home," I respond. Stupid, fat prick! Go eat a donut and get out of my face! Ugh! There's someone who forgot where he came from! And I'm sorry, but you don't fit in here! Don't be arrogant when you're standing with another dude, by yourselves, talking only to each other, when there is a room full of attractive women. If you are such a stud, maybe a woman would grab onto your 5'5" ball of dough body...you're in New York City, pal! Your arrogance, especially when you look like this, won't get you anywhere! Hate to break it to ya' Pillsbury! Have a good night!
Then...these girls take over the booth where we are standing. When they ask if they can sit down, we figure they will take half of the oversized booth, and we'll take the other half. Oh no! They took the whole thing, spilled liquor all over our coats, and our coats end up on the floor! Kara, who has an attitude (which is awesome), gives them the bitch look, says a few sarcastic things, then we walk away. Stupid girls in their Christmas sweaters! Maybe they should talk to Pillsbury! They seem about the same and that they might get along!
Then, I lost an earring. My favorite gold hoop earrings! I'm so sad! They weren't expensive, but they're so cute and I wear them all the time! It's a sad night on the cab ride home. Yea, I took a cab. It's too cold for these legs to be walking all the way back to Midtown!
Note to self: Go with a minimal amount of items to a bar. Even if you have to work, leave some things in the coat closet. Don't bring your suitcase of a bag with you because it only can be disastrous! You bump into people, get the dirty look, and get the occasional drunk girl bumping into you. Not worth it. Especially if you have an attitude. You don't need a confrontation where it isn't necessary. And when you know yourself enough to know that if a drunk girl does bump into you, you will say something. So don't even let the opportunity present itself!