to texas and back in 48 hours

off to houston, then, at 630. to teach all day tomorrow and fly back, to work on sunday 10-4, and train on bar from 5-10. it's a long weekend for me, and i'm not sure i'm going to survive the bar gig on sunday. i mean, considering i've never bartended before. it can't be too hard, i mean shit, i stand on my toes for a living. this is just pouring alcohol for a bunch of drunk basketball fans.

hopefully it'll just all be beer and highballs. that way i can just fake it until i learn the hard stuff, cause private party bartending isn't exactly the fanciest drinks in the world. a dirty martini here, a tom collins there, maybe a madras. but it's also very non-stressful and slow, and people are there to see friends and hang out and not expect speedy and perfect service.

oh well, study study study, i guess. i don't need to freak out. i just need to figure it out. that's what the last three weeks have been, and i'm sure that's what the next three weeks will be like anyway. i don't mind a little stress. i just want to make enough money to save some for the certification program and settle down.

commotion, commotion, commotion, all around.