Bricks

It is 3:45 pm and it is the weekend of the air show. I am not amused. I want the planes to stop. I wanted to be able to take a nap before work. But nooooo, the Blue Angels are buzzing my building every ten minutes, wasting thousands upon thousands of dollars in fuel and terrifying my cats. Grrrrrrrr. Why do we have air shows? What purpose do they serve? Other than to annoy the hell out of me. I have this morbid fantasy of one of 'em nose diving into the lake. The pilot safely ejecting of course. Because let's face it, the real reason people go to those things is the chance that they might wittness just such an occurance.

Work is fun, it's a bar, it SHOULD be fun. The nails aren't much of a hinderance. And I'm due there in about an hour. My co-worker/boss/best friend is picking me up today. Which is soooo nice as it is raining. And the bus will be packed due to the air show. I wish it would rain harder.

Damn it!!! The f&^%#ing jets are flying by at about the same height as my F-ahem- windows and are so -ahem- loud, they soud as if they are about to fly right into my apartment. It's nerve racking. If I could bite my nails right now I'd probably have bloody stumps. I'll be glad to get to work, and away from the lake-front.

ON A COMPLETELY NEW TOPIC

Years ago I shared an apartment with two other people. I was 19. The three of us were sitting around, eating pizza or something. I made the comment that you practically have to hit a guy over the head with a brick before he realizes you like him. The next morning there was a brick leaning up against my bedroom door. A, the one male in the house proved that apparently it's not just a guy thing. We did not date, I was two weeks away from moving off to college. I wish I still had that brick though, there's someone I'd like to give it to.

--Little Bird is nervous

May I rant, just a little?

I must admit, I am something of a girly-girl. I went and got a manicure yesterday. With acrylics applied. And now they're a little too long. I'm not entirely used to them yet. I had them painted bright pink, to match the hot pink of my glasses. Like I said, a girly-girl.
Taking a cue from MetroDad, I have a mini-rant. To the dog owners/walkers in the Gold Coast area of Chicago, PICK UP AFTER YOUR DAMN DOGS!!!! I am tired of nearly stepping in doggie-doo every five feet, doing a sort of hop-scotch down the sidewalk. I have to look down when I walk, making me either bump into people or look as if I'm depressed.
To the City planners, get it togther already! Fix the roads, yes. But can you at least TRY to do it in a timely manner?? Do you know or care that it takes me an hour to get to work by bus? I don't work all that far away, only about 3 miles. You (the city planners) have decided that this summer was the perfect time to do repairs on one of our many bridges spanning the river. Yes, bridge repairs are good. Does it really take 2 months to fix this dinky little bridge? It's not like you're doing anything to the "legs", you're putting new grate-type surfacing on it. We had several events downtown while you diddled around, forcing us to take detours (that put us in some not-so-nice-neighborhoods) and sit in traffic for three times the amount of time it should take to get anywhere.
Ok, now that that is out of my system. Things at the bar are still going well, business continues to pick up. It'll be fun seeing what I can and can't do with these damn nails. Typing this has been full of deletes.

--Little Bird has claws

burnt nose hairs

There is sort of a science experiment going on at the bar. We have maybe 16 cases of beer that is over 2 years old. Maybe I should be clearer. That beer is Old Style. We have a customer who wants to buy it. We wouldn't let him buy all of it 'till he had a couple and then called us to let us know that he is still alive. He hasn't called. I'm sure he's fine, he's a fireman. He'll come in on Wednesday, wanting to pick up what's left. If he remembers that we have more. He was kinda drunk.
When we opened a bottle (cautiously) for him he poured a little into a glass for us (Ginger and I) to see that it wasn't all that bad. It was that bad. I did not actually taste it, I sniffed it. It burned my nose hairs. Maybe we should call that customer. Hmmmm.

---Little Bird is blinding you with science

Drunk Posting

This will be the equivilent of drunk dialing. Except I am not really all that drunk. Remember, I work in a bar. At least now I do. This means I get home late (for me) and when I do, I smell of bar. Eau d'Bar. That aromatic blend of stale cigarettes, stale beer, and some un-definable wiff of something less than pleasant. I don't really want to know just what that wiff is. Tonight's crowd was fun, not that 10 people constitute a crowd, but I had fun. We have two new regulars, J & J, they will know it's them I speak of. I am sooooo glad that they have become regulars. Any one who can get my obscure jokes is ok in my book. Yes, I joke IRL, but scarcasm just doesn't translate into print all that well.
Ummm... I think that judging by the amount of times I have had to use the "delete" key (and all the times I should have but missed it) maybe it IS time to put myself to bed. By the way, that last sentence got 5 deletes, this one 2. G'night!

--Little Bird has had enough