(x) i had a $2 mojito at mexican gardens yesterday. it looked like a quickfire challenge on top chef, from a chef who had never had a mojito. it was rum and passion fruit juice. they were barely mixed. on top was two connected mint leaves. they were not crushed. there was no bubble action or simple syrup. it was $2 passion fruit rum. i took the leaves out and drank my bargain beverage just the same.
(x) people who do the bare minimum get less work. if i had (a) more balls or (b) less pride i might try it out. unfortunately my business is kids and i feel that my work helps them develop a solid sense of self. i have no data to support this, but i try. i also have a short fuse for bare minimum. especially if you are scooping my ice cream cone.
(x) i said in my last entry that cops don't notice me. firemen like to buy me drinks. they don't want to date me, but think "she's like one of the guys!" and end up buying rounds for anyone that seems "down." i seem down. there was one fireman that like-liked me once. but he had a belly and liked belle and sebastian. i can only assume that he'd never seen a fire before and has since made a career change. why would my brand of dude put a bunch of crap on his back and climb a ladder into a fire??? perhaps he joined to get cats out of trees. i can get behind that. most notably if they play a piano.
play us out, piano cat:
(don't ask bill o'reily to play out your blog, OR introduce someone to. he's a sparkplug)
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