tonight at work sucked. the other hostess got called off, a bitchy manager yelled at me hard for no reason, etc. made me happy that this is not my life, and that i am leaving in less than a month.
hightlights:
my brother justin happened to stop in and give me a much-needed hug
tom, the 40-something hippie bartender is singing, "johnny blue thirty-two" at the cash register and i ask him what he's talking about. he says johnny walker blue label is $32 a shot and someone just ordered one. my mind is boggled and he agrees, "you could get oral sex for thirty-two bucks"
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