it ain't time to worry yet

you know, yesterday i worked a 13 and a half hour shift in 41 degree weather in the middle of johnson fucking green, with 400 rude drunkards and 'thigh men' and old guys who 'honey'd' me and a particularly annoying auctioneer, and the food sucked, and 'mystery-driving-home-boy' (hagar! he needs a better name!) didn't talk to me and i missed slings and arrows becausei had to work an hour late and i came home slick with barbecue sauce and sweat.

but i got to work under this:

one of the great lakes should be under that. one of the greats and one of their rocky beaches

and i came home to this:

all too familiar script


that, and finally, finally ripping off my soaking wet shirt and riding too fast downhill in the middle of the road under orange streetlights made it all...almost...ok.

of course.

my alarm is going to go off at 5am tomorrow and that will nix it allllll.

posted by cellardoor @ 8:03 PM