Day Forty-Five: Kegger?

So the deal with a keg is it is a lot of beer. Try nearly 150 cups of beer. Kegs? They are hard to keep cold. Beer? It is hard to drink warm.

I think Friday will be fun. I don't plan on drinking any of the beer. I'm a little spoiled by the beer we serve at my restaurant and even "from the tap" Bud Light or whatever just won't compare. Instead, I'm going high-class and "healthy" with my Cran and Vodka. I won't be sober, so don't worry your pretty little heads about some post-grad, straight-laced, legal rambling day of. No, I'd prepare myself for some pretty hilarious drunk blogging, texting, dialing. Saturday is my only day off this week so I'm fully prepared to go balls-to-the-wall Friday.

I will be happy to keep you updated on the success or failure of this keg tapping. P.S. They're calling it a back-to-school party but I think, given that 1/2 the house isn't actually going back to school, they should call it Oktoberfest at The Plex. But, either way, a kegger is a kegger and you're welcome to come.

Day Forty-Four: On people I am not-so-excited to share air with

There are certain people, who, although I enjoy their company and would love, love, love to share friendship with, I just can't trust. Because of our past maybe or our present or the precarious state of our future, I'm not sure. But there is a block and I'm not interested in breaking it down. It's a new concept to me, this friends with out being friends thing, this Acquaintance State. I feel very adult.

Day Forty-Three: Graduate school, waitressing and feeling stuck

I'm excited by the prospect of Graduate School. I've been feeling stuck in a rut lately and a little run-down. Work is good, great even. I have hilarious coworkers and I like my eccentric bosses. Still, it's work. I don't want to work, I never want just a "job" I want to be doing. Out there. In the World.

School was not always perfect or ever perfect but it gave me a sense of Going Forward and I want to feel that again.

Wish me luck, y'all.

Day Forty-Two: Writer's block

It's a true truth that the second you decide to do something which requires of you a creative effort of the writing kind you find yourself in a wasteland of bad ideas suffering from the worst kind of distress: the dreaded writer's block.

Day Forty-One: Oops

I had this written, I swear. I totally forgot to post it.

Work was . . . interesting. It's getting busy again but we're still staffing as if it's slow so mostly we're all just stressed. Every conversation pretty much goes like this:

Server: I have two hamburgers and a sausage up.
Cook: We're out of sausage.
Server: Fine, I'll make a goddamn salad.
Helper: We're out of lettuce.
Server: Chili?
Helper: Oh. I forgot to turn the heater on.
Server: Ok. I'll give them some crack-
Helper: Ran out of crackers earlier.

And on. And on. And on.


Awesome.

Day Forty: Graduate School

I am applying to graduate school. Some of my applications aren't due until March so I'm telling all of you so that when the time comes I don't have any choice but to follow through.

Part of the process? I have to create a creative writing portfolio and fuck if I'm not terrified. This is the ultimate Am I Good Enough situation and you know? I'm not sure I am.

Day Thirty-Nine: Home again

Okay, so I just got back from Portland where I went with E and one of his captain buddies to see Modest Mouse.

Before I get to the good stuff can I just say: There is enjoying a concert and then there is ruining it for everyone else. To all the people who were completely intent on "dancing" with their shirts off and spilling beer, literally showering me with beer, I say, you're absolutely in for some karmic returns. You are douche bags and the universe knows it.

Now. The show itself was pretty fun. Isaac (the singer) was a little late and by a little I mean almost an hour but that's OK because he was only sort-of fall-down drunk so it all worked out. He's a weird guy. His band is a weird band. They come together to produce a weird show. I? I had fun.

On a not totally unrelated side-note: we hung out (see: got drunk) at various bars in Portland before the show. If you're ever in Portland you HAVE to check out The Cellar bar on W Burnside. Do it. You will not regret it. The bar is actually a part of McMenamin's which is the bar that hosted the concert in their Crystal Ballroom.

I really don't have much else to say. Except, maybe. . . Modest is really good on CD and I kind of, a little bit, idealized them and while their concert was good I don't think it was you know CD good . . . What I mean is, usually when I hear a band live my love for them is further solidified. With Modest I had to re-listen to a couple of their CDs today to remind myself why I worship at their altar. Still, if you ever get a chance to drop 30bucks on them, I'd do it.

Also . . . Their new EP? Not worth it.

Day Thirty-Eight: Concert

At a bar drinking Ruby Ale at McMenamin's in Portland, I'm going to Modest Mouse in just a few minutes. Pretty excited.

Day Thirty-Seven: From Cop Cars to Smeyesing

Welp. Came home to three cop cars blocking my driveway and six cops wandering around asking if we'd seen a white male, 6 ft, 150lbs. . . because that isn't vague at all.

Now? Now I'm watching Tyra teach Larry King how to smeyes. . . no really, this is how I'm spending my night.

Day Thirty-Six: An uphill ride?

I'm pretty sure I was just pushed up-hill 10 blocks, with my roommate, on an ikea cart, by my boyfriend . . . epic? Yes, I would say so.