Why I like Wednesday.

So. Its 7am. I don’t usually get to see 7am. Its kinda like every other time of the day except everything is illuminated from the opposite side and it’s a little quieter. I usually end up liking mornings when I am forced to participate in them either because of some random early obligation like a background call-time or, as is the current case, an angry stomach. I forget (or choose not to care) that I can no longer eat and drink whatever I like late into the night, including-- but not limited to-- beer and buffalo wings. *Burble.*

Wednesday is not only the simplest day in my work week (which is Tuesday - Saturday) its also the most reliable. When the 9-to-5-ers are hitting their mid week hump, I get a little half day. Granted, because I a) work in upscale dining and b) can convince myself I don’t need much money, I spend a very minimal part of my day to day routine at work. Which, at this point in my life, suits me just fine. Today is a fine example, but let me explain something first:

My restaurant has kind of a dark, lounge-type feel to it. The bar is a little more than half the size of the restaurant and it’s a small bar. We don’t cater to children at all and we wont give you a half portion of anything. The drinks are expensive but they’re big and (usually) pretty strong. The servers wear ties but not name tags. If you pitch a fit about something petty and/or unreasonable you’re going to be told to go fuck yourself and not come back.

That’s after 5pm.

From 11:30am until 3pm, we are open for lunch, and its almost the complete opposite. Huge sandwiches and salads (that are way cheaper than they should be) and 3 flavors of iced tea. The sun streams into the huge windows as the old Jewish grandmothers demand free deserts because their french-fries weren’t crispy enough. We wear t-shirts, serve iced decaf coffees, and will turn the a/c down if you’re chilly. But, its such a short shift that no one really minds (well, we mind, but work is work) and I suppose we generate enough revenue to justify being open.

In a given week, I work 3 solo night shifts, one double shift, and one solo Wednesday lunch shift. For whatever reason Wednesday never changes. I always go to work at 11am, work for 3 hours, eat something, have a drink, then I leave. I don’t have to wake up early, I have roughly $30 that I didn’t have when I got out of bed, plus I have the whole rest of the evening to do whatever I want.

Which usually includes taking a nap

More good things.

So. Those crazy D-mocrats finally got back the house and apparently the senate now as well. Which I think is probably good… or at least better than that “Re-elect Bush” idea we tried out a couple years ago.

Oh, and Rumsfeld’s gone. Yeah, finally.

More good things: Um. I’m gonna be on the east side of the continent for the week leading into Thanksgiving. That’ll be fun little adventure, hopefully with the bare minimum of snow. We move into the bigger apartment right after that… and it has a bar and a fireplace and new carpet… and, uh, a bowling alley. Just like, 3 lanes though, so, you know. Then, Tony the Tiger might come visit La La Land and we will all do some cool-hip-Hollywood-cool things with him… just like Entourage. Then it’s the holidays-- which means more work (but still not very much) and consequently a bit more drinking. And then a vacation to Tucson. Then birthday. … Nice.


Oh, I got to see Patton Oswalt and a couple of my other favorite stand-ups at a little club down in Hollywood the other night. That was a lot of fun.

Holy crap, here comes Jesus, and he doesn't look to happy.

"He rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove the glories of His righteousness, and wonders of His love."

I found myself indulging in some lovely Sufjan Stevens Christmas music today and this line of Joy to the World just stuck to my brain. So simple and eligant-- it almost makes me forget I am going to hell, which I think is mentioned in the following verse. Rock on Baby Jesus.