Bussing tables makes my head spin

So I'm at work tonight, and it gets unexpectantly busy. So to keep Lindsay and Todd's heads from falling off, I morph from helpless "pampered hostess" into your favorite bus girl. I actually enjoy it, because I'd rather be stumbling over empty water glasses and dirty plates than drooling bordem on myself at the front desk.

Anyway, so I'm bussing tables outside on the patio, and all of a sudden a thought comes barrelling through my mind. WHAT am I doing? Not at that moment, but in life. What is my LIFE right now? And I laughed, because I look up and see Boulder, and the Flatirons, and L'Absinthe, and I have mussel covered plates and empty martini glasses overflowing out of my arms. It's that moment where my mind finally catches up to me, and isnt wandering in the back alleys of 'what was' and 'what could be' and all of a sudden I'm there. I'm here. They don't always last, but when they do happen, it makes me laugh and feel at ease for a moment.

My night only got more rediculous from then on. The French trio sang us through the rest of the madness, and Victor the chef cooked Todd a delicious stake that he made the mistake of offering Lindsay and I. I wanted to make sure it was just as delicious in the center, as it was on the first bite. Oops. Ricardo offered me a job as a server, I'll start with lunches, and I'll be training next week...under Lindsay. Which also makes me laugh, US laugh. I already prepared Ricardo for the disaster I may be behind the title of "waitress".

The night then carried us over to the bar, where we clocked out, pulled up some stools, and drank our usual glass of wine. Which lead to, another glass of wine. Which led to...Cointreau, straight up. To my left, sat Ricardo, who we learned speaks 7 languages, has 4 ex-wifes and connections in Aspen. (I told you, CHARACter this guy.) He tells us, "you let me know", and he will send us there with passes, free drinks and free food. To my right sat his friend who works for NASA and "sends rockets into the air" tells us he can get us on the VIP list at a club called Caribou, where there is a seperate door for celebrities. HA.

And I'm sitting there, smirking behind my Cointreau, at the characters that I have surrounded myself in and the life that's laying itself down in front of me. Lindsay and I walk to the car arm in arm spitting out giggles, not even words.



Before I go, I do have to share the namecalling I endured last night, because it was rather original. Linz and I went to a piano bar with some friends from work and were all sitting at a table talking, laughing, singing along to "Cecilia". Now, I can already tell, the vibe is changing quickly from summer Boulder, to CU (university of Colorado) Boulder. Not something I am too ecstatic about since the college scene has outplayed itself in my life, since about two years ago. Especially rediculous boys with their rediculous "pick up lines"and alterior motives. So I'm sitting here, and this boy at the tabe next to me taps me on the shoulder. I say "whats up", he asks "Is that guy bothering you?" I respond with "Excuse me? What guy?" He points to one of my friends that clearly I have been sitting at a table with for 2 hours now. He goes "Is that guy bothering you?" I say, "No, he's my friend, I came here with them. I'm fine." I wasn't aware that I was screaming for a beer-sodden, baseball-capped hero, but thanks. Two seconds later, I feel the tap again. I face him and he starts in with "So, I'm just gonna throw this out there, you can take it or leave-" I interupt what he thinks to be a smooth attempt with, "Ok Anchorman, I've never heard this one before...but go ahead." He fumbles a bit, awkwardly mumbles and sits back in his chair with his buddy. I then overhear him describe me as "like a Venus fly trap" as he claps his hands together in demonstration.

I was described as a Venus fly trap. Now that...is original. He should have just gone with his own work, who needs Ron Burghandy.

It's time for this angry, man-eating, flower to get to bed. Big day of...day tomorrow.