CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

Anyway, yeah. I'm no good at parties. I used to say that I was ok at smaller gatherings with just close friends, but even then I apparently end up yelling at people. Truth be told, I'm really bad with with people. People, as a rule, cannot stand me. And so... I leave parties before I do things like start talking to people I don't know. That won't end well.

Grr. I don't want this to sound like self pity. It's all so ugly.

And shit, how am I home so early from such a party?

I need to do that about ten more times and I should be back to normal.

I feel like when I'm done with law school I'm going to be a totally different, relaxed, normal person and then I'll have to make friends with everybody all over again.

roommate has pseudo-girlfriend who is professional chef. this morn she has gone away for xmas. so i have half a lovely boozy bday cake to eat for breakfast because roomie's pseudo-gf is totally in LUV with her and does stuff like making nice cakes.

i don't handle booze well but it seems baked enough that it's not totally doing me in. joy to the world.

damn, i'm sleepy though.

Now I'm hungry for guacamole, have no milk, and am writing about it on the fucking internet. It's not really a good way to spend a weekend morning.

I think Jenny, Julia, Laurel, Jordan and Sarah will like it. Jeff and Kenan probably won't.

For anyone who is watching it and not finding it amusing, hold on until 2:50.

I came upon this video in an odd way: through the Chicago Diner's website.

I want to be an oinker.

Also that drumming video that Dan posted upthread is brilliant.

Tonight I am seeing country artist Dale Watson, because a friend's band is opening up.

I can't stop watching it. The "Oh" gets me every time.

Tonight at work, the unthinkable happened. It was something straight out of a serving nightmare, though I have never experienced this particular scenario in an actual waiter nightmare. Anyway, I gave a guest another guest's credit card. And he left with it. I have never done anything like that before. Earlier in the week a bartender did the same thing. It was AWFUL and I was rattled for the rest of the night.

Hey. Go contribute to my fucking thread.

None. The guy was the father of a regular bar guest--a really nice girl from from the building, Le0 Burne77 I think. On one hand a mitigating factor, on the other hand something that made it so much worse! He called and cancelled his card. The manager slapped his forhead and I made myself scarce.

And then tonight was so. fuuucking. bad. We had a gross "Detroit ghetto" party of 25 who insisted on seperate checks-- which we simply never ever ever do. They told the manager that I had agreed to this and he fucking capitulated. I had to ignore stop taking tables, and spend 45 minutes processing their checks (for a fucking lousy $800 for 25 people) while one guy kept interrupting and harping because their limo had been waiting outside the whole time.

Anyway, I felt like I was back at Ganache and I had a very shitty night, with even shittier money.

I no longer want to be a waiter at all, but for fuck's sake, if I am, I'm supposed to be in a "professional" setting here and I would like to have some of the perks.

Who the fuck does this?

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/249741~Oscar-De-La-Hoya-Posters.jpg

http://members.tripod.com/miguelburgos_1/oscar_de_la_hoya.jpg

Did you know he has been a recording artist? I'm afraid to investigate this.

Oscar talks. He is actually more articulate that I thought he would be.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=YoyNxoyhms0

oscartalkshe'smorearticulatethanihogua;hioewr;wgan;egivnaweg;iohwg'3w98h23

Goddammit. Old news, but this makes me mad because it slightly dissapates my disgust towards Madonna.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=1dmVU08zVpA

This is one of Kr's favorite books. I gave her the follow-up (The Man of My Dreams) for her birthday, but I don't think she liked it as much.

Ouch.

Man, I miss the days of getting so stoned all I can do is giggle. The last time I tried that all I could do was cower in abject terror of... well, pretty much everything.

I had the worst nightmare last night, y'all. I can't shake it.

I second Jenny on giggling. I don't miss being paranoid though.