trashcanjack

Hers looked like an O'Keefe painting...I told her it was gorgeous and she sighed.

So this was funny...like unusual, not funny, ha ha. Well, some parts were funny.

Last night: Dimples in Burbank. Went out after my shift to meet up with Chewie, one of the other BT school instructors. Hung out, started flirting with this girl Heather, we get numbers, blahblahblah...

Anyway, the bartenders at Dimples are fucked. Three behind this smallish bar: two are girls, one guy....
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At work. Christ it's hot in here.

Anyway, the Ice T show last night was very cool, kinda. On the night of the 22nd, my road dog Ian calls me, says he can't wait to see T and is so excited. Yesterday morning, calls me, says "I really hate to do this..." and cancels. Reason: His wife and in-laws are Jewish. Yesterday: Passover. Damn, I'm...
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Fuck.

My GM, the guy who's been with my dad's hotel for almost 14 years resigned today. He called a meeting with the heads of all the departments and broke the news.

This man was a mentor of sorts. I'm pretty hurt and angry. Gr.

In other news:

A big event at the BT school today. Ellen Degeneres stopped by today w/ a film crew...
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I'm tooling around in a cardboard tube as a jar of peanut butter in one of my friend's music videos from 2 years ago. Fun, fucking day. Last year, a plane crashed in that same neighborhood on approach to Santa Monica Airport. Bummed me out.

I couldn't see a thing in that stupid costume, but it was fun nonetheless...

Meh.

Friday night: After work, went out to Hollywood to say hi to Skylar and chill. Met her co-worker Mary and just chilled. Very cool. Left at arounnnnd...2:30? 3am?

Got up at 6 am (gawd) for my breakfast shift until 2ish. Hung around until around 5 and decided to attend that barbeque I was invited to. Black t-shirt clad and mohawk/spiked hair wearers all. And very,...
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Wow, cool...

I woke up this morning and went down to my car and found a piece of paper in my door handle. Apparently, a newish tenant in my complex noticed my SG sticker on my car while he was stowing away his bike and is inviting me to a barbeque on Saturday! Cool! I get to meet my new neighbors!

In other news, my...
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This sucks. I don't know if this is fun for me anymore, this job. Shit, I've been in a crappy mood for almost 7 hours now. It sucks. Really, truly sucks. I was thinking on how long I've been standing at the fucking hostess desk....shit, since last february. Since before TJ was fucking hired! Now, I'm still a host with slightly expanded duties like taking...
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I'm getting bolder.

I used to think I was, for a while, incapable of returning to that sexiness, that flirty, "I'm going to fuck you tonight" feeling as we started what we had 6 months ago. To my surprise, it came out yesterday...

As I was driving to meet her, she sent me a text message asking "Are you close?" My mind IMMIDIATELY jumped to...
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Ok...wanna share w/ you a snippet from Anthony Bourdain's book Kitchen Confidential.

My dad recommended this book to me years ago, and I've read it, like, five times. Amazing, this guy. Whod've thought food writiing would be this badass? Check it out:

"At six in the morning, we boarded Monsieur Saint-Jours small wooden vessel with our picnic baskets and our sensible footwear. He was a...
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Are these people fucking retarded?

Being a manager's VERY cool, but sometimes I just wanna SCREAM! Like now! Can you get on a fucking phone and ask what the house account number is without me? Can you make desserts for 5 people at a time and not panic? Can you PLEASE get the menus straight???

FUUUUCK.

It's nights like this I wanna resign. Honestly. My...
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