Blast.

No time yet again. It's closing time, and unless I want the ghosties to get me, I'd better get on out of here.

Okay, I'm sorry I haven't written. I've been busy being an invalid. The stroll on Cumberland gave me a stress fracture in my foot, or some nonsense like that. Rachael assured me that the only remedy is staying well off it. So I entered my motel room, propped my foot up, and didn't move for days. It was great.

Now I'm back at work, and I ended up running same foot off tonight. Another person quit. It's like an epidemic. I think there was 3 in just the last week. And that's not counting the ones that were hired and then never showed up. And none of these asses give notice. What the dickens is wrong with these irresponsible kids today?? Not a shred of moral fiber in them.

I made a new mixed drink tonight. Actually, I'm sure someone somewhere has made it before, but I've never heard of it, so we'll credit it to me. We were out of Margarita mix, lime juice, and sour mix, so I made a faux margarita with triple sec, tequila, and pineapple juice. Not bad, really. Or so my guest assured me. I think maybe they might just be trying to be nice to me. Although I think the guy with his Jamaican coffee really did like it.

Yessir, I am feeling bartenderly tonight.

I'm glad I enjoyed my day off yesterday; it's probably the last one I will have for quite a while. Come on overtime, mama needs a new set of tires...

Comments

[Theresa]

Thanks for posting - Amanda and I enjoyed class much more than usual!

[amy]

Mix one up for me! And take it easy on the poor foot you hear? Easier said than done I know..

[Lisa, Mike, Jack, and Della]

Happy Valentine's Day, Bethany, and keep your foot up as much as possible. Hugs and woofs from us in Austin.