My Last Post

I’m pleased to announce that this is the last posting on this particular site! I’m moving on from this basic website to a private website of my own. Butter Belly Babe is the new place to find my blog posts.

Cheers!

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The New Inklings

My friends, John and Chris, and I got super nerdy the other night at my favorite bar. We decided somehow to start talking about The Lord of the Rings. I assume we started talking about movies and then got to that specific series of movies. Then we segued into how the books were so different from the movies. The changes that the directors made were not all acceptable to us, nor did we view them as necessary increase the ticket sales in movie theaters.
For example, one change was removing the beloved, though oft overlooked and/or forgotten character, Tom Bombadil. I understand that his is a very slow-moving part of the book, but it would not have hurt anything to add those character-building scenes with him interacting with the four young hobbits. I can honestly say that leaving out Bombadil was detrimental to my experience of watching the movies.
Another thing we talked about was how in The Lord of the Rings they overemphasized the love story between Arwen and Aragorn. The argument entailed the logic that while it was definitely unnecessary to the furthering of the main plot, Aragorn is such well-beloved character that nobody minded the extra scenes with Liv Tyler in them. However, this is not the case for the entirely fabricated love sub-plot in The Hobbit movies between the elf warrior-girl and dwarf treasure hunter-boy. That one pissed me off. I did not enjoy The Hobbit movies in their entirety as much as I like The Lord of the Rings, probably because I always liked The Hobbit book more than The Lord of the Rings. The story is shorter and more focused. The movies just didn’t have the same vibe as the book and there were too many large, unncessary changes that were very odd choices. It was a book about adventure and treasure and friendship and NOT ROMANCE! I mean, they added an extra character simply to add a romance into the script. It was a simple little slap in the face for a purist like me. Oh well. Enough ranting.

Chandeliers and Pipe Dreams

I am desperate for more to do at work and i can’t figure out why I didn’t get the one thing I asked my previous manager for, more tasks. A way to make it worthwhile to him to have me at the restaurant, being paid. I’m bored out of my mind, so bored I’m writing at work. There’s nobody to seat at a table, there are three managers and nothing to do.

I’m thankful for both of my jobs, I’ve learned so much from working as a host at the front door of an extremely popular supper club and jazz bar. I have become more organized and thoughtful about planning the evening. I’m in charge of a lot of people’s experience: both guests’ and my coworkers’ nights are determined by how well I do my part. I love that feeling of being necessary to the overall flow of the night. I’ve found something I’m good at and want to continue furthering my career in this path for now. I want to be a server and then a manager in a restaurant. I also still want to work in a restaurant marketing/ public relations function. I’m hopeful that I will find a job where I fit in with the team like I do at my current two jobs, with management that is similar to my newer job.

Boyfriend’s 39th Birthday

Early Beginnings

I did my best to make my boyfriend’s birthday extra special this year because I couldn’t even remember what we did for his birthday last year. Turns out, we went to one of his favorite restaurants, House of Prime Rib with a group of our friends. This year, we got a little more activity going. First things first, I woke my butt up to move my car for street cleaning at 8 am. Then, since I was already awake and excited about his birthday, I went to the grocery store to get supplies for breakfast. And I mean breakfast! I made him what I believe was a full Irish breakfast, baked beans, eggs, bangers, bacon, Irish soda bread, orange juice and of course, Barry’s tea. I even baked a little cake, but it looked somewhat pathetic to me. I realized whilst whipping up the batter that I didn’t actually have anything to bake it in. and yes, we did just move in, but I swear that I used to have baking supplies of all sorts. Of course, I could be making that up in my mind.

While I cooked the things that needed less attention, I hung the Star Wars themed banner that still has yet to be taken down; I cleaned a little bit around the house and took out a lot of trash and recyclables. Needless to say, I was slightly relieved that he slept until noon because I didn’t realize how much I’d wanted to do. I had to lock the cat out of our bedroom to try to assure he could sleep as well as possible. She likes to get rowdy when she thinks the hoo-mans need to wake up and pay attention to her. When he finally got out of bed, I was so surprised that I spilled coffee grounds all over the kitchen floor!

He was slightly astonished when he saw the spread I made for him, but didn’t get the full effect until he put his contacts in, as he’s very blind. When he realized the banner was Star Wars themed, he got even more excited, knowing that this breakfast was a good way to start his birthday, even though he had claimed he didn’t want to make a big deal out of the occasion. I’ll skip the details of the card I gave him, but it was slightly sappy and also funny.

Skip a few hours of getting ready for the next part of the birthday celebrations.

We went to his favorite restaurant in the city, if not the world for a pre-Giant’s game dinner. Now this was only the second time I’d ever been to Kokkari Estatorio, but I had already decided that it was “no longer his favorite restaurant…it’s OUR favorite restaurant,” the first time he took me a few months ago. So I was flabbergasted that I was able to make the reservation only two weeks ahead of time and decided to snap up the time slot. We had an amazing meal, which I’ll describe at another time. We had the best server in the building; I’m sure of it. He was sassy, fun and decided for some reason that he liked me too! And even though we ordered no dessert, he brought us a free chocolate cake for d’s birthday. I thought that was very sweet, especially since at my restaurant we don’t have a complimentary birthday dessert

Let’s Go Giants!

Let’s fast forward to being at the Giant-Dodgers baseball game: it was over quickly, but the one highlight was the event of the foul ball that came our way. I was sitting on the boyfriend’s lap for a second, when all of a sudden, he practically pushes me off to try to reach for this random object flying toward us. I’m somewhat bad at watching sports when he distracts me by being super cute, so it definitely didn’t process that there was a foul ball coming toward us until it was over our heads. He claims that he could’ve caught it. Luckily, he loves me a little bit more than catching a foul ball. But he also has a story about how he dropped a full beer that he’d just bought to catch a ball, now that stories have been combined, he’s told people the last few days that he didn’t want to be the person who dropped his girlfriend to catch one. However, in my attempt to get out of the way of his efforts, I landed with my ass on one of the armrests and I now have a huge bruise in the middle of my butt cheek. And it’s painful…

The Next Day

The best part about all of this was when he told people we saw the next day that it was his best birthday since he was five years old, went to the Irish premiere of Return of the Jedi, and sat next to the actors who portrayed R2D2 and C3PO. (Did I mention he’s a huge Star Wars fan?) I feel like that’s impossible, there have to have been even more awesome birthday celebrations in those 34 years, but I’ll take the credit! I did do my utmost to make it a special one. Now I just have to start planning next years’ birthday now to be able to exceed expectations. What would you want to do if you were turning 40?

Do you know the Muffin Man?

I couldn’t think of a title for this post because I haven’t written it yet. But like they say, ya gotta start somewhere. Just get to writing and it will eventually flow…I hope. Quick shout out to the only two people who consistently read my blog posts: my Mom and Grandma Sandy! If you are also a reader, leave a comment so I know you’re real. Thanks!

As some of you know, I’m now a redhead. It’s a big change from the blonde look that has been my go-to for a couple of years now. It is not easy to put color back into your hair when it’s been bleached to hell. Juuuuust saying. my hair looks very much like an apricot right now. while i am definitely ok with it, it was not my desired result. I was going for something a little closer to Isla Fisher than a fun, unnatural pink-peach-red color…But like I said, it’s a challenge to go from very dark hair that has been bleached to a very light blonde and then put a red over it and not get a pink-toned outcome. I knew this from the start, but I’m willing to play around until I get to my intended hair color. I’m going to change topics without a segue because this one isn’t thaaaaaaaat interesting, even to me.

I’m really excited about a new development at my job: I’m going to be trained as a server! I’m not sure how official this is, as my manager loves to just come up with ideas and surprise me with them. Like when he gave me a raise to do office work in addition to hosting. I think it’s awesome that he trusts me to do things, but I don’t really care much for being thrown new tasks as if I know what I’m doing. I NEVER know what I’m doing. I only know I can learn to do anything because I’m a student at heart. Always observing and trying to learn. Anyway, I’m planning to take advantage of this new bone my boss is throwing me and I’m gonna make my way to assistant manager as soon as possible. I want to be trusted to and useful. I want Black Cat to be the sleek-est, sexiest, Michael-Bauer-can-suck-it-because-we-ARE-amazing restaurant, ever!

Hopefully, being trained as a server will also make me rich, haha. Or at least help me pay off my student loans, which being a cook never did…I also really like the idea of taking care of people, which I can do as a host, but not as much as being a server. It’s more direct during dinner service. Kind of as if I get to spoil my friends and take care of them all night and show them a great time, except, I don’t know them and I’m getting paid to take care of them. Hopefully, the kitchen will go easy on me while I learn the seat numbers all over again, and learn the ins and outs of serving. I know it’s not really that hard, as long as I don’t get lazy and comfortable. I think that really is the difference in most aspects of life. Things are usually easy to do, but becoming too comfortable  is always your downfall.

Brand New Apartment, Brand New Life

New Apartment

This is a big step, for me, for him, for us. It’s extremely cliché; I know it. We signed a lease together and I’m going to write this post even though he’ll probably be embarrassed. However, since many of you out there don’t know who HE is, he can relax, knowing that the ones who do know won’t make fun of him for too long.
My man and I lived together for a few months out of necessity and, I’d have to wager, a bit of laziness on his part. Or, maybe it was his sneaky way of a test drive. Whatever it was, living together at my last place of abode led to us signing our first lease together about one month prior to this post. We’ve been officially moved-in together for about three weeks; I think it’s going well! We even had our first houseguests over, including one of our favorite couples ever over for a hilarious evening of food and wine. I made boeuf bourguignon a la Julia Child (because I can’t resist making a mention of her wonderful legacy) and he made the most wonderful salad. Of course, the walnuts were raw, yet still scrumptious because, as we discovered in media res, our oven wouldn’t heat up…

New Life

In other news, I’ve gotten what one can only call a promotion of sorts. It’s funny how getting a raise and promotion only means new (and more) work. At least that’s what I’ve observed in the movies! Ha! I’ve just gotten my first one of either sort. Although, I’m not sure if I can really say promotion, but my hours of work and play have dramatically changed and, as of this payday, so will the number of dollars in my direct deposit.

Looking Backward, Just for a moment

It’s amazing to think that it was three years ago to the day, I was fired from my first job in the city, for, essentially, not being trained properly. I still believe there were more motives than that at play, but who cares at this point? The only reason I even know that it happened is that I have a draft labeled March 22, 2014: “Being fired and moving on…Yes, I was just fired from my job yesterday.”

I’m not sure I even want to open the draft to read the rest…I can’t believe how different my life is now. I can’t believe that back then I could even begin to fathom that I was happy. I was not nearly as happy as I am now……

Took the time to read that draft. I’m amazed at how positive I was about being fired from a job I loved so much…Of course, that’s how my momma raised me!

unenthusiastic​ right now

Someone give me a push

I have a couple of jobs on the table right now, none of which I’m ecstatic about, but all of which would present me with different opportunities. Two would mainly be helping friends in need of pastry cooks, and the other would be good money while I continue the journey to becoming a restaurant marketing person: a professional who doesn’t have to wear a uniform or non-slips. not that I loathe my uniform or non-slip shoes, but I’m ready for something different, although I have one business opportunity in mind that would combine my favorite people and my favorite place. However, I’m not sold on that idea myself, nor would anyone else involved be interested if I’m not ready to pitch the idea. I’m most interested in being a front of house restaurant employee right now because that would enable me to go to classes and still make more money than I do on unemployment. In addition, I wouldn’t be nearly as bored as I frequently complain that I am.

push harder, please

I have a laundry list of things I wanted to do these past three months and that I never managed to get my ass in gear to do, even though I had no excuses whatsoever. I hate that about myself. I need outside motivation/impetus to get shit done, and I guess that being unemployed is just manifesting my laziest qualities. I’m not even sure why I haven’t done any of the things I’d been so excited about before Aziza closed. It makes little to no sense not to do things you were excited about. I used to be super excited to go to karaoke and then almost skive off at the last minute. Mostly, I’m enamored enough with karaoke that I usually go when I can, when I have the energy.