MY RESTAURANT
MISSING BARNACLES, AS ALWAYS...So i decided to not continue from where I left off. Too personal. I didnt think anybody would read this dang here blog but it looks like 47 ppl have since last week? is that sereous? Well, ill tell a little-
So friday night at 4am i roll up to my crush's house (we had plans to hang out that weekend. he lives a few blocks from work so it would eliminate subways and waking up early...oh ya and hes cute to so that dont hurt)
What im wearing: leather jacket, skinny ponts, and stripper heels (my jeffrey campbells i got for free) awesome.
What i dont have: a phone to call him
So there i am, tiny white girl with curly bangs and stripper heels, four thirty am, homeless, crushless, hopeless...
As im clunk clunk clunking away to give up and go home i hear a "briiidddggeette" from the distance. Thank god. Success, crush present and hopes returned.
He greets me, whisks me away upstairs and the rest is history.
wake up at 11 for my 12 hour shift, buy a new pair of converse, and got my hostess on.
speaking of hostessing, i havent reallly dished about my restaurant. Its amazing. My co workers are out of this world cool. One of my managers blows all other managers in the world out of the water, and the food is spectacular. Im only there a few days a week being hostess but i love it anyway. (meaning-not really worth the time or money...i really SHOULD be either waitressing or getting another joob but i love it so much it would break my heart to not work there anymore)
the food is middle eastern and delicious. Brunch is CRAZY. Im pretty sure we have the best bloody marry's in all of New York City. Ppl travel from Jersey to have our middle eastern hot sauce that we make in house. The customers are nothing but the most fabulous of fabulous east villagers. I swear. The fashion that enters that place is breathtaking. spectacular. off the chain etc..
The best part though, the absolute best part about working there is the GAY A's (god i hope i dont get in trouble for writing about this) The gay as are a group of about 30 gay AA members that come into the restaurant every saturday at 8 15 after their weekly meeting. They are friendly, fabulous, and fashionable. All of them decked out in patent leather combat boots, 90s flannels, spectacular leather jackets, droopy beanies, premium graphic tee shirts, denim to die for, and scarves that put my scarves to shame. Its amazing. Oh and not to mention that they are all either BEauTIFUL beautiful "urban mountain men" or "modern day buddy holly's" Oh and their personalities...their sweet sweet personalities. So polite and friendly. Most know me by name bc im the only hostess ever, and when they say it i get giddy with happiness. I litterally giggle when they walk in. its stupid. but so perfect at the same time. What i wouldnt do to hangout with them all the time. ahhhhh
So my cool manager asked me to go out on sunday night with him.(he looks like a japanese indian princess) I failed. Crush's cousin offered me some smot and i nearly fell asleep right then and there. not a good idea. who do i think i am? Anyway, I was really bummed because not only did i really really want to hangout with him but i felt like i was overstaying my welcome at crushs house...you know? so awk. im so mad. whatever.
The past few days have been booooooring. I had to wait for my phone to come so i spent all of my time watching Freaks and Geeks and catching up with my mtv madness. (i know)
Today i went and ran errands WHOOO so exciting. I made a guilty guilty stop at the half off sale at the sal arm. I got 20 dollars worth of amazing 90s sweatters and even a black and white baggy 90s dress. (i have a problem)
When i was in the sal arm one of the workers had brought her boyfriend to work. he was just sitting there watching her hang up clothes. soooo odddd. telling him about how she gets paid to hang up clothes, not to be a slave you know? man that sheet ees stupid. I was rummaging through racks and thinking "i so didnt just hang up unwanted skirts in the sweater section, i swear!"
This week end is gunna be cray cray. JEF CAMP tomorrow morning from 10-6, yoga from 7-8, sleepover at nikkis, house sitting all day, one hour of restaurant, coat check all night long, 12 hours of hhostessing, coat check all night long again, then sunday morning host. WHEW.
Jamies friend is coming next week and i might be going to seattle soon. all the more to look forward to. HOLLA at your boy, time for me to go.
xoxo
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