a little blue bruise
May. 14th, 2005 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Went out last night after work to Kentucky Greg's (Dave, what's their URL?), a rib joint in Depew/Cheektowaga about six blocks from the airport. We were celebrating Dave's last day of classes, which was Thursday. He'll never take another class in his undergrad career. (And a grad career is not looking likely.)
Ate some ribs we debated might be better than Dinosaur BBQs, and considered doing a taste test to compare. Less posh joint than Dino, for sure. Also, cheap. Cheap cheap place. Good good ribs. Utterly unpretentious. Stupid-good baked beans. And of course they've got Polish sausage on their menu, and of course it's totally awesome. It's Cheektowarsaw, after all.
Came home and pretty much fell into bed. Not a lot of thought going on in this brain.
Now am realizing that I have to get into the shower pretty much now... Woke up repeatedly because I was too warm in the wee hours of the morning, and yet looking at the thermometer, it was only 65 in here. I don't know. Dave was too warm too.
I am to work 11-7 today, which is good-- it's a shift actually worth going in for-- but bad, because I am sleepy, it is a gloomy day and I want to stay home in bed writing.
Was considering a number of things, from my professional demeanor as a bartender being so different from my professional demeanor as a tech writer and how one is better than the other, to how I have learned a great deal more about writing from my fanfiction stuff than from my six years of creative writing workshop classes. But don't really have time to ponder upon either of them.
Instead I muse upon two things. One: wandering around the house nude but for a pair of black underpants, was struck by paleness of own skin despite recent tanning efforts, and by painfulness of a rather insignificant little blue bruise on my hip near my belly, where I ran forcefully into the corner of the bar at Landmark the other day. Two: One of my coworkers has just given her two weeks' notice to go get a job at another bar instead. She was a whiner, but I sort of liked her. She was senior to me, but not by very much; with her gone, the shifts that open up are all bar closing shifts, and those aren't any good. I hope they don't shunt me over to work them. I hate closing Torture Bar; it takes hours of totally non-useful work and I always hurt myself.
Well, off to shower I go.
Ate some ribs we debated might be better than Dinosaur BBQs, and considered doing a taste test to compare. Less posh joint than Dino, for sure. Also, cheap. Cheap cheap place. Good good ribs. Utterly unpretentious. Stupid-good baked beans. And of course they've got Polish sausage on their menu, and of course it's totally awesome. It's Cheektowarsaw, after all.
Came home and pretty much fell into bed. Not a lot of thought going on in this brain.
Now am realizing that I have to get into the shower pretty much now... Woke up repeatedly because I was too warm in the wee hours of the morning, and yet looking at the thermometer, it was only 65 in here. I don't know. Dave was too warm too.
I am to work 11-7 today, which is good-- it's a shift actually worth going in for-- but bad, because I am sleepy, it is a gloomy day and I want to stay home in bed writing.
Was considering a number of things, from my professional demeanor as a bartender being so different from my professional demeanor as a tech writer and how one is better than the other, to how I have learned a great deal more about writing from my fanfiction stuff than from my six years of creative writing workshop classes. But don't really have time to ponder upon either of them.
Instead I muse upon two things. One: wandering around the house nude but for a pair of black underpants, was struck by paleness of own skin despite recent tanning efforts, and by painfulness of a rather insignificant little blue bruise on my hip near my belly, where I ran forcefully into the corner of the bar at Landmark the other day. Two: One of my coworkers has just given her two weeks' notice to go get a job at another bar instead. She was a whiner, but I sort of liked her. She was senior to me, but not by very much; with her gone, the shifts that open up are all bar closing shifts, and those aren't any good. I hope they don't shunt me over to work them. I hate closing Torture Bar; it takes hours of totally non-useful work and I always hurt myself.
Well, off to shower I go.
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:16 pm (UTC)Oddly enough, it's http://www.kentuckygregs.com (http://www.kentuckygregs.com).
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