Saturday, October 27, 2007

Anger and Betrayal

Those big contented smiles from last post? Gone. So far gone it's almost funny.
I walked into another bar last night, after I got off work. I saw The Guy. Talking to another girl. That in and of itself is not so bad, it was a bar after all. The fact that she asked me (while he was in the bathroom) about him (like she wanted to date him)? That kinda bugged me so I let it be known that I was "dating" him. And then when when I went to the bathroom 2 beers later I come back to them kissing. That pissed me off. I had asked TG if he would order a beer for me before I left for the bathroom and left $5 for it. I asked him when I got back to where they were sitting if he had ordered the drink yet. He said no so I responded with a "don't bother then". I went out side to call up a cab and couldn't get a hold of the cabbie I know. So I had to go back in and they were STILL KISSING. I walked over to another side of the bar and asked the bartender for a beer and to turn on the taxi light. I stood by the door and drank my beer waiting for the taxi not 10 feet from the "happy couple" while they played tonsil hockey at the end of the bar.
I was a weepy mess in the cab on the way home, and the cab driver was really nice. At least he told me what any one would tell a crying girl who just went through what I did.
The only good thing about tonight is I get to dress up in costume and abuse drunk people. In a nice way. It's the bar's costume party tonight. Anyone who shows up sans costume must wear a crown from Burger King circa Backstreet Boys or the crown with the Telletubbies. Ok, so maybe an evil grin.

--Little Bird trying for calm

Friday, October 19, 2007

Big contented smiles

It's official. I do NOT need the bricks. He knows. Boy, does he know. We have a third date planned, the Roller Derby. And I like this man. We have... not a LOT in common, but we are both fonts of useless inormation. This is good, we can play Trivial Persuit together (I happen to like the game). I bet he's better at spelling than I am though. And we never want for a conversation topic. That and I think he's an attractive man. He makes me feel ... safe, and .... important in some way. Like he cares what I think on any given topic. It's nice to feel wanted.
Work is going well, I can't complain. Not that anyone would listen if I HAD a complaint. My boss/co-worker/best friend bought me a new T-shirt to wear at the bar, a Sailor Jerry Rum logo-T. It is nice. It is most definitely something I would wear. And will wear tomarrow.
There really isn't all that much to report, other than the fact that I'M DATING!!!!! It's been a while. I hope he understands that I may have forgotten how some of it goes. Excuse me whilst I gush a little bit more, but when he comes in to the bar I can feel myself light up. When he leaves, I walk him out and he kisses me goodnight. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I kinda want to tell him the brick story just to see what his reaction is though.

---Little Bird is on cloud nine

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

In need of a brick

So, my moms birthday is coming up. I am cooking dinner for her. And buying wine. Her favorite dish is Bolognese, so that's what we're having. I refuse to buy her favorite wine. Her favorite is nasty. I'll get her one that WE ALL like. To make up for not getting her favorite, I'll buy two bottles. Maybe three.

Work has been good. That's really all that can be said about that. Except maybe my ability to get in a good slam has improved. Especialy since I 've taken to delivering these slams in a near deadpan. It's been kinda fun like that. And yes, these are the customers who are on the recieving end of this abuse. Before you get up in arms about this, they love it. If they didn't they wouldn't keep coming back. Two and three times a week. One of them, in a joking manner asked my boss (Ginger) if she knew how many times I had insulted him- just that night. Her response was that was what they paid me for. He started laughing. He's been back a few times since then.

I also have a fun debate going over myspace with a family member. Oddly enough we kinda sorta agree. Sorta. I believe at this point it's a matter of syntax. Or deffintions.

And I need that brick. I just don't know if he would know what it meant. Maybe I should write the web address to this site with the directions to go into the archives to look up that post. Or maybe just the url for that post. Hmmm... that's not such a bad idea.

---Little Bird is on a roll

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

The Borings, I Have It

Hello there. What? The title? I have spent waaaayyyyy too long at looking at funny pictures. Yeah, we know, I'm a dork. This much has been known for awhile.
I got my parents their anniversary (spelling is bad, I know) present. A little late. But, nontheless I gave them something that they will use for a year. A membership to a museum. I think they like it, they're very art savvy.
I have no other news. None. There is nothing going on right now. Pleh.
I am however looking forward to the upcoming holliday. If it can be called a holliday. Whatever, I don't care. I get to dress up. It's my favorite time of the year. The fall leaves, the fall smells. The hordes of people in costume, some good, most bad.
The bar is having a costume contest, for customers only. I don't get to compete, but I DO get to dress up so it's all good.
Just sitting around waiting for the 31st.

--Little Bird is .........waiting.