Day 149

January 30, 2010

During the day is nothing. I lay around, clean my apartment (which looks great, by the way), and get some other things done. Going downtown is on the agenda for later. So, once 7:30 hits, it's time to start getting ready.

I meet Kara at the restaurant and we head to the lower east side. We start to go to Asian Pub--a great place, that is Kara's "spot," and the go-to place. It's a private party, so we leave. Off to Swift. This bar is way cool, but if you get there too late, it's too crowded to move. So, we do a quick run through, then take off. To our last spot of the evening--Blue & Gold. We walk in and get two seats at the bar! Lucky us! AND, it's prime seating for the upcoming events.

Event One: "Excuse me, do you girls go to NYU?" says two guys in somewhat of a sarcastic tone. My response in just as much of a sarcastic tone, "Why do you ask? Do we look like NYU college girls?" I'm always stereotyped around here. His response, "Well, this just seems like it turns into a college bar." Nice cover up, jacko! Kara says something to him and I say, "Well, hey, if I look young enough to be back in college, sure, I go to NYU! But I actually graduated college already." They were weird. Go figure.

Then, a way drunk Englishman came in and stood right next to Kara, asking for a Pabst and a shot. He couldn't even walk. The bartender says no, over and over. He keeps leaning over the bar/semi-leaning over onto Kara. We both have to get up out of our seats because this gent can't keep his posture standing straight. Idiot. The bouncer comes and has to physically pick him up and throw him out. Then! He stands outside and still argues with the man! I hate fighting, so I was getting really nervous he was going to get punched in the face! All I could think about was, oh my God, it's so cold outside and if he gets hit, it's going to hurt so bad!

Then! There are three guys standing behind me, when one "bumps" into me. Come on now. We're all in our mid-20s. We don't need to play this game. I obviously turn around and the guy says, "Oh sorry, my friend bumped into me." I say sarcastically smiling, "Oh yeah? I think you're using the girly little game of, oh sorry, my friend's being dumb and pushed me into you." As I jokingly bump into him. "Whatever happened to approaching me and saying, 'Hi, how are you?'" The guys just stared at me. I'm sorry, but if you're immature enough to do something like this, then I'm not going to talk to you and expect a mature conversation to come out of this. Then Kara's boyfriend and two of his friends show up. Salvation! We grab a table and enjoy the rest of our evening.

Note to self: Don't ever call another guy by the name of a kid you once dated. When you see the bartender at the restaurant you work at, don't say, "Hey Alex!" Instead, you should probably say, "Hey Mike!" since that's his name. Even though the guy looks like the guy, you should probably focus a little more, and be mindful of the fact that it's not okay to do this. Especially, when this guy has asked you to hang out.

Day 90

December 5, 2009

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!