I should be apologizing for my site being purple for so long instead of the previous post, but instead, I won't apologize for either.

I catered Friday night. Walked out with $100 tip. Come home (around two in the morning,) standing in my underwear staring at this $100 bill. What do you do with a hundred dollar bill?? I couldn't put it in my purse, what if it was stolen? I could never leave it sitting around my room... and if I placed it in my piggy bank, I might have to break the antique to get the money out one day.

I finally decided to stick it in my CD player. I'm not really sure where I came up with that idea, but you know. It was almost two in the morning.

Don't go looking for it. Besides, it's going to be Christmas money for my family. So - family - if you steal it, then I will not only beat you up but not spend it on you.

Waldenbooks is wonderfully annoying. I find great pleasure in leading customers to their book, but can't stand the ten hour days. How boring.

Short Catering Play:

MB: Would you like an hors d'oeuvre?
Man: No, how about a smooch?
MB: I'm sorry, I am only giving out hors d'oeuvres.

Lauren: Would you like an hors d'oeuvre?
Old Italian Drunk: No, but that other girlie over there (MB) will give me a big fat wet smooch.
Lauren: Well, you will have to talk to her about that.

(Later)

Man: Will you give me that smooch now?
MB: No.
Man: Sometime soon?
MB: How about an hors d'ouevre?

The end.

Catering sucked. Besides the tip.

And no, I only passed out hors d'ouevres the whole evening. Promise.