catching up

I guess it's been a while since I've written in this durn thing, but I've had a few curveballs thrown at me this week. Nothing horrible, just interesting.

I spent all of Sunday at work (ew) and then with my mom. Bless her heart. :) She already bought me tickets to Vegas for my birthday, but she insisted on taking me shopping. Let's just say that I really, really hate shopping. I like to know what I want, go to the store, get it and leave. But I want to make my mom happy, so... off we go. It was nice to spend some time with her. She only lives in Mentor, but I don't get to see her very often.

Monday was jam-packed... worked all day and then went to Mercury to work on the tree some more. If I never see a hot glue gun and chicken wire again, I will be a happy girl. ;) Tuesday I got free tickets to go see West Side Story at Porthouse so my brother and I made the long trek. Oy. Not so much a fan of that production, but there were LOTS of friends in the audience and in the show, so we made our own fun. I think that people should start videotaping shows with people's comments (think MST3K) because there were some crazy ones for that show. Thank goodness my friend Kristen Netzband thinks I'm funny and laughed at me through the whole god-forsaken show. ;)

SO. Wednesday, my birthday. I don't have a lot to say about this day except that I didn't spend a thin dime at Cronies and I think I had about 15 Jack & Cokes and 10 random shots. That might even be low-balling it. Big thanks go out to my brother for being my DD. I was a ME-EE-ESS. That's a 3-syllable mess, folks. Pretty bad.

Thursday was all about recovery. Wow. I woke up around 2 pm and finally felt okay to stand without throwing up around 6:30. Unfortunately, I had tickets to the Indians/Yankees game that night, so I had to move eventually. I got to the game 45 minutes late, but watched my Yanks pull out a good one. Kids, they don't call 'em the Bronx Bombers for nothin'.

Friday. Work. Mercury. Beck to pick up my brother. Saturday. Work from 3:30 to 11:30. I can honestly say, I will NEVER work a Saturday night in that restaurant again. I made $120 (not great, not bad), but it wasn't worth the headache. The night actually flew by until around 10. See, Waterstreet has Salsa night every Saturday. Everyone I tell about it usually says, "Oh, I've heard of that," or "Oh, I've been to that." Sure. Whatever. My only problem was my last table was a 10-top that were basically there to avoid the $5 Salsa cover charge that starts at 11. So they drank water and 4 people ate. Brilliant. I bust my butt for no tips and snide comments. I used to be mild, but I am no longer the type of server that takes shit. This table was trying their best, but I'm a real class-A bitch of a server when I want to be and I was DONE with them.

I was finally free to head to Cheryl's house for her little gathering. There weren't a lot of people there, but we had a great time. Alcohol was limited, so I didn't really drink. It was fun to watch the underagers drink and pass out though. ;) Today went to see Aida for a second time (this time, I liked the show... cried and everything) then for a party at Mark's.

I've had a few comments on life this week that I wanted to add in here, but it's already too long... There we end it.

Ooh. I felt obligated to put a picture of the love of my life up there since I haven't been home in 32 hours. :) My little deaf puppy.