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Wildly Enough? This Thursday, I got the hang of.

April 6th, 2006 (08:49 pm)
current song: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Barbie Dolls, Pizzicato Five

How I pulled myself out of that bed and into the shower on 45 minutes of sleep is
beyond me. I opened the fridge and pulled out the RED BULL resting there for this
very occasion. I downed it without taking a breath. Pulled on my jeans and little black
Opal's tank top...black hoodie, a pair of grey stripped socks. Stared at the hollow eyed
koala bear in the mirror as I blew my hair into a bob, and then tied it down with my
leopard print scarf, grabbed my helmet...rubbed on my red lipstick.

And stumbled out the door to meet the day at 9:30 AM.

Thelonious woke me up--wind and danger, always a good source of adrenaline.
And I had one of those lucid moments, not unlike when he told me his name
at that stop light.


He's a goldish yellow, a colour I haven't quite felt was very Ginger...
Me, I always want to paint everything flat black or gloss candy-apple red.
He's always made me know that wasn't what he was into.

I'm blinking at a stop light and it rushes up on me. Stenciled leopard spots.
Won't be hard at all...the base colour is perfect.
Spray-can and patience. Silver and black.


And then, THEN I knew everything was going to be alright.

I walked in and Michael was there, the owner. Installing the benches that had been a
suggestion by one of the wait staff at the meeting yesterday. (Dude, he rocks.)
He smiled as I zoomed up. I walked in and Greg the manager gave me that nod and
grin that a manager gives you when he sees that you are consistently 15 to 20 minutes
early. (I also rock.)

My trainer arrived a couple minutes later, and we set to pulling down chairs and setting
up for the 11 AM open. I waited all of the tables, and only made a few mistakes...none
of which bothered the other's involved--A smile and bounce in your step makes every
kind of difference. And around here, a Ya'll goes a long way.

We knocked it out. I was delirious by the end of my shift, but I felt good. I did well, my
trainer wrapped up our shift by shrugging and telling me she didn't need to teach me
how to wait tables; that the speed would come, on the computer.

We sat down and had a bevy on her tab.
The well vodka at Opal's is...of course (say it with me?)

We do fresh squeezed juice. My salty dog went down to my toes. Happy Ginger.

I had told Michael and Greg that Bear was coming by with all his bike cronies...they
were tickled. (Greg rides himself.) I had a drink with the bunch of helmeted wonders
before pulling the zipper up on my hoodie and heading wearily for the door.

Last I saw, they were waiting to get seated as an 8-10 top...I left them in Julie's hands.
I'm sure they are kicking back on the deck by now, leather and helmets everywhere.
*happy sigh*
I rode home......chided as I climbed onto my little 50cc, tucked in now amongst nearly
a dozen Ducati's and BMW's. I got a slap on the back, It's two wheels! THAT is all
that matters!!!
I left the friendly banter reluctantly, exhausted.

In the sky, the sun was bouncing all-Botticelli-like, pink and gold...off the puffy fist of a
thunderhead rolling in. I could see every detail of the cloud--rose trimmed in fire.
It's belly was grey, lightening tickled it. It stretched across the whole horizon.

I almost cried--it was so beautiful, I was so tired.

I rode into it, the few miles home...staring and staring.
Tears finally, under my cat-eyed goggles...

What a wide wide wide wide World, is this.
And I'm living in it again.


Posted by: barry_barry (barry_barry)
Posted at: April 7th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC)

We had a good time. We're coming back next week. We never got seated outside, but it was all good in the end. We're going to come back next week, and set up camp near the corner with the parking on the deck. I'm just warning everyone involved. There were probably 20-25 people, and I was the last one out with Carolina around 11:00pm. The quesadillas were very tasty. The beer was easy to find at the bar, and I was closed out quickly. People haven't yet warmed to the idea of the bar yet, but with a little coaxing, and maybe a little help from the owner on parking/seating/happy hour, we're probably good to go. The big thing with the boys is being able to walk out amongst the bikes and talk the shit. That's hard to get. Dirty's suits us because they don't care, and it's sort of nebulous as to where the line is there.

Thanks for going home when you did. You looked very tired, and deserving of a good sleep. I hope you have one before you read this!

Posted by: Orin (rin_o)
Posted at: April 7th, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)

sounds like you're in your element again. joblessness didn't suit you, really.....

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 7th, 2006 08:15 am (UTC)

not so much.
this feels wildly better.


Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: April 7th, 2006 02:07 pm (UTC)

Oooooh. Pizzicato Five. Yum! Heard of Boom Boom Satellites? I recall seeing Fantastic Plastic Machine as music playing once on an LJ entry.

Especially after being here in Japan, and the few days in Taiwan, I could totally be a scooter person. Some of the scooters they have here in Japan are WICKED! I even saw once online pictures of a mod kit you could get for certain models of scooters that made it possible to make one's scooter look like Kaneda's bike from Akira.


Yeah, it would be easy to go from bicycle to scooter I think . . . .

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: April 7th, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC)

this post makes me smile. :)

(and i LOVE the leopard print idea! perfect!)

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