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So EXHAUSTED and I cannot sleep.

March 10th, 2007 (05:22 am)

Head still running at the speed it had to, all night.


I had a six table section, but when someone dropped the ball?
I picked it up. The Hostess handed it to me.

A table can be 4 people, or 12.

There was a point, later in the evening, when a couple sat down and I buzzed up
to them--to ask for their order? And the young woman said as an apology "We are
really just going to be drinking--I hate to take up your table...we could just stand over
there and order from the bar?"

I laughed and smiled, and told her I was exhausted and the idea of a deuce who just
wanted two nice Scotches??? That was HEAVEN!!! Please, sit, be comfortable.

She of course ordered my favourite on the list: A 12 year Glenmorangie port finished
little piece of bliss.

My kind of people.


And it was like that all night.

My knees got wobbly after the first 8 hours....*laughs*
But the Patrons kept me going.

The table of 7 kids...as I carded them? One of them was born on the Ides of March.
I pointed this out--and he got to explain to the rest of the 23 year olds what that meant.
He and I exchanged knowing nods, and he felt marvelous.


Anyone can carry a tray.

The Dance.
I love the DANCE.

If you can keep your cool, there is nothing a TABLE will not put up with.
Keep your head about you, and a grin on your face......and all will be forgiven.
Even rewarded.

I forget that sometimes.
I forget why I do this.
When I lose that stitch, I lose the whole game.

I am an entertainer.
The alcohol, the food...that is secondary (but don't tell my Kitchen, they'll have me hung)
People go out to have a TIME.

A moment, yes, but a story.
Something to talk about afterwards.

And what I give them, they give me.

To pay my bills.
To tell their stories.

In the back of my head I always think I am living beneath myself...
I should be TEACHING.

BACK TO SCHOOL--so ginger can become the best ginger.
DO something VALUABLE.

THIS is valuable.
Shit. 6 twenty-three year olds left my bar tonight with a knowledge of all that IS
the Ides of March.


And many many many more folk left, feeling my attention.
Under a loverly Spring night sky, in my Austin.

My ankle hurts.
I'm tired.

There is a lot ahead of me in the next 8 days.
Hard stuff.
Long hours.

But it isn't a hard job, I'm built for it--even when the frame is wobbly.
It feeds me more than I can describe.

I try to find the worry my parents have for me...in this field.
How will I retire?
How will I have savings?
What of health insurance and my future???

I don't come from a keen gene pool.

E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y takes care of itself.
And so shall I.

I live closer to the bone than most.......
in the end
I believe
that will be what saves me.

It always has.


Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: March 11th, 2007 02:32 am (UTC)
monkey king ramen

Now that they know the ides of March, the next step is Lupercalia, which I just learned about last month because that's when Lupercalia is. It's celebrated on my little sister's birthday, interestingly enough (February 15) and is also mentioned in Julius Caesar and also in William Shatner's Julius Caesar rap at the end of Free Enterprise. I have to re-research it, but it's the feast of the She Wolf. Roman roots, anyone?

Dorkpedoes away!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: March 11th, 2007 04:44 pm (UTC)
Tuxedo Sam


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