...and it's a blasty blast. Don't get it twisted, I'm not a cool kid yet - just a bar back. But when it comes to tipout at the end of the night I do just fucking fine.
Actually, it's really a good time. I bust my fucking asssssss but I get to flirt with pretty girls all night long and I get a few numbers at the end of the night (okay, just last night - don't get carried away).
I have a feeling I have a better opportunity to bartend than a lot of the other dudes there. We had a grueling, hour-long boring meeting where (at the end) the boss told everyone how "chill" I am and how I "have that look and that vibe." That look and that vibe that brings the ladies in? Cool. Gimme a bar.
I'll be honest though - I've never been this sore in my life. On my feet for 9 hours straight (yeah, we don't get out of there til 5 fucking a fucking em) and it's a killer. Much different than the desk job I had two weeks ago where I sat on my ass hating myself. I will say I've lost some weight already - probably a little to do with the improved diet and going back to the gym. I'm surprised I haven't succumbed to the temptation to drink behind the bar each night - talk about something that'll ruin my "diet."
Anyway, Tahoe is three days away (four including today) and then Ruidosa Febr'ary 21-25. Some might say I'm psyched. Others might say I'm jazzed. Whatev. Bring on the fucking powder!
Bonus points if you count how many times I used the word "fuck" - regardless of the tense.
2 comments:
Congrats on the bar gig and even more congrats on the Tahoe trip.
Bartending is the way to go--when you are young.
Wow, Bartender, you could move up to maybe Bouncer?
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