10:58 P.M.
There were no more Mickey Mouse sightings tonight.
wheeeew!
****
Tonight went well.
I got out of there as planned.
***
What am I saying?
Tonight was shit! But it didn't matter.
Saved again by an angel!
I have found myself some eye candy for distraction.
A sweet Angel to dance with in my day dreams.
Yes, he can dance! I'm not just dreaming this one up. He dances, and he dances well!
I saw him dance with Maureen and he was so cute.
I smack my forehead, and then shake my head, silently thinking, "Language barriers, language barriers, language barriers!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Shake it off...."
Ok, maybe I can't SHAKE it off. I'm just giving myself another migraine, but I could at least try to WALK it off. I must have walked at least 75 laps around that place tonight!
I had one table tonight that was a major bear. I wanted to shoot one of the guys in the face with a bazooka!
He was fucking nuts!
He came in and sat with a party of about 5 people and he was rather demanding.
GIVE ME THIS...
GIVE ME THAT....
GIMME, GIMME, GIMME
Now! NOW! NOW!
Well fuck him!
I decided that since he was going to be such a dick anyway, I would spend a little more time with my tables that paid me a little more respect.
One woman actually tipped me 24 bux on a 40-dollar order.
Go granny, go!
You go on with your bad self!
She was great, and so friendly all night. I didn't expect to get but maybe ten percent from her because usually the seniors don't like to tip very well in that restaurant.
*******
The night is finally over! I am home, showered, and ready to crash!
I'm hoping that it doesn't rain tomorrow. I'd like to hit the beach.
