"Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars." -Gustave Flaubert
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Today:
- Was asked where I was from, then was told I look Norwegian
- Shattered a wine glass in attempting to polish it
- Worked 11+ hours
- Served a table full of Manic Pixie Dream Girls
- Saw a photo shoot of newlyweds at the bar area of our restaurant
- Spoke too much about someone behind her back
- Got really frustrated
- Drank a lot of coffee
- Dropped a wine bottle (empty) in the street
- Put my hip out
- Laughed
- Ate delicious food (Stuffed pork medallions at Plum's Upper Room- eat them. Die happy)
- Considered more ways to wear my fabulous (but not worn enough) tall brown boots
- Stayed on Pinterest too long
- Made decent tips
- Saw my busiest Saturday to date
- Survived to live another week
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