Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
There's nothing like 12 hours of sleep to put things right. Especially after the week I've had.
Wednesday night I had friends over for pizza before heading to Cole's. I'd already had a glass of wine, when I walked in and Ali asked me to bartend. He had the flu, and Kristin was handling the crowd alone. So I worked the bar until a little after midnight. Great tips, so I didn't complain. But I still had to clean-up the kitchen when I got home. After a pizza night it usually takes me a good hour to scrub things down, then wind myself down.
Thursday I was at the office until after 7pm getting ready to staff the Senator in San Diego the next day. I got home in time to inhale some leftover pizza and vitamins before bartending again. The tips sucked, but it was an early night, and I was home by 11pm.
Friday night, I got up at 4:30am to get my shit together for the drive down to San Diego. I had to balance a tripod, video-camera, still-camera, cue cards, and my Blackberry out the door. One of my colleagues, Adolfo, rented a car, so he actually drove, which was why I was up late the night before making scones for the trip. Despite the double espresso, I nodded off a couple of times, which was a bad idea because the radio was on the news and I dreamt of what was on. I think one dream involved a train crash outside a polling place in Baghdad with light rain throughout the morning.
When we arrived at the Mission, our Blackberries kept going off. While the Senator was at Camp Pendleton meeting with military families, some conservative radio show announced that she was going to Mission San Diego, and that listeners should "throw tomatoes at her." (Yeah, on holy ground they should do this.) There were a few moments of concern, but we got a police escort, and Air America made their own announcement. Turned out there were no protesters, a bunch of supporters, and I got it all on video. In the end it was a really great event. I even got a few minutes and a hug from the Senator before she left for the next event; we hadn't seen each other since way before surgery.
I didn't get back into L.A. until 5pm because of the rain and traffic. But the city sure looks great during a rainy sunset when you're driving over the First Street Bridge. When I got home I ate the last of the leftover pizza, answered e-mail, and crashed around 8pm.
Now the rain is gone, there's nothing but blue skies, and I'm blasting John Lennon while munching on tea and homemade scones (**big exhale**). Unfortunately, it's going to start all over again as soon as I walk out my front door. People are coming over next weekend and I just realized that I only have enough plates and chairs for six people.
My strategy to have a non-Super Bowl party during Super Bowl Sunday hasn't deterred as many people as I had expected. I need a vacation.
Wednesday night I had friends over for pizza before heading to Cole's. I'd already had a glass of wine, when I walked in and Ali asked me to bartend. He had the flu, and Kristin was handling the crowd alone. So I worked the bar until a little after midnight. Great tips, so I didn't complain. But I still had to clean-up the kitchen when I got home. After a pizza night it usually takes me a good hour to scrub things down, then wind myself down.
Thursday I was at the office until after 7pm getting ready to staff the Senator in San Diego the next day. I got home in time to inhale some leftover pizza and vitamins before bartending again. The tips sucked, but it was an early night, and I was home by 11pm.
Friday night, I got up at 4:30am to get my shit together for the drive down to San Diego. I had to balance a tripod, video-camera, still-camera, cue cards, and my Blackberry out the door. One of my colleagues, Adolfo, rented a car, so he actually drove, which was why I was up late the night before making scones for the trip. Despite the double espresso, I nodded off a couple of times, which was a bad idea because the radio was on the news and I dreamt of what was on. I think one dream involved a train crash outside a polling place in Baghdad with light rain throughout the morning.
When we arrived at the Mission, our Blackberries kept going off. While the Senator was at Camp Pendleton meeting with military families, some conservative radio show announced that she was going to Mission San Diego, and that listeners should "throw tomatoes at her." (Yeah, on holy ground they should do this.) There were a few moments of concern, but we got a police escort, and Air America made their own announcement. Turned out there were no protesters, a bunch of supporters, and I got it all on video. In the end it was a really great event. I even got a few minutes and a hug from the Senator before she left for the next event; we hadn't seen each other since way before surgery.
I didn't get back into L.A. until 5pm because of the rain and traffic. But the city sure looks great during a rainy sunset when you're driving over the First Street Bridge. When I got home I ate the last of the leftover pizza, answered e-mail, and crashed around 8pm.
Now the rain is gone, there's nothing but blue skies, and I'm blasting John Lennon while munching on tea and homemade scones (**big exhale**). Unfortunately, it's going to start all over again as soon as I walk out my front door. People are coming over next weekend and I just realized that I only have enough plates and chairs for six people.
My strategy to have a non-Super Bowl party during Super Bowl Sunday hasn't deterred as many people as I had expected. I need a vacation.
posted by clowny | 1/29/2005 08:42:00 AM
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