Man oh man its cold now. What happened? it was all sunny.
Anyways, I just got back from playing mando in Huntington park (on nob hill) It was nice, very peaceful with the big old buildings and the cathedral and cable cars (which I find rather soothing). And it was nice to see all the old people getting their daily walks in and the yuppies in sweats chasing their dogs around and the other yuppies chasing their children around.
Some yuppie-with-dog asked me if that was a ukulele.
At least he didn't ask if it was a banjo.
I also got some studying in for this big test I have at work tommorrow. Yes, thats right folks, a test. The bigwigs have changed some of the 'absolute standards' that we have to follow and wanted to make sure that we all understood them. So we have a test and I studied. How many minutes do I have to ackknowledge a new guest? Two. And how many minutes before I must check and make sure they like there food? Two. And do I offer milk and honey with tea. Yes (well, no I don't--hot tea is already a bitch without any extra shit). Should I tell them what kind of bread I'm giving them? Yes. Should I refold a guests napkin every time they get up to go piss? Yes. (gross, Who knows what nastiness could be on their napkin). And this is the shittiest part: I'm not allowed to say 'you guys' or 'folks'. GRRRRR....
I'm surpised it doesn't mention 'y'all'. Maybe I'll say that: 'Howdy, how y'all doin today?' My name's Dave and I'll be your bitch for the evening. Should I bend over now, or would you like to start with some fried calamari first?'
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...............
Anyways, I just got back from playing mando in Huntington park (on nob hill) It was nice, very peaceful with the big old buildings and the cathedral and cable cars (which I find rather soothing). And it was nice to see all the old people getting their daily walks in and the yuppies in sweats chasing their dogs around and the other yuppies chasing their children around.
Some yuppie-with-dog asked me if that was a ukulele.
At least he didn't ask if it was a banjo.
I also got some studying in for this big test I have at work tommorrow. Yes, thats right folks, a test. The bigwigs have changed some of the 'absolute standards' that we have to follow and wanted to make sure that we all understood them. So we have a test and I studied. How many minutes do I have to ackknowledge a new guest? Two. And how many minutes before I must check and make sure they like there food? Two. And do I offer milk and honey with tea. Yes (well, no I don't--hot tea is already a bitch without any extra shit). Should I tell them what kind of bread I'm giving them? Yes. Should I refold a guests napkin every time they get up to go piss? Yes. (gross, Who knows what nastiness could be on their napkin). And this is the shittiest part: I'm not allowed to say 'you guys' or 'folks'. GRRRRR....
I'm surpised it doesn't mention 'y'all'. Maybe I'll say that: 'Howdy, how y'all doin today?' My name's Dave and I'll be your bitch for the evening. Should I bend over now, or would you like to start with some fried calamari first?'
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...............
In regards to your comment: I, personally, do not like having my picture taken. I am also not photogenic. I understand your plight.
I should go to SF one day.