| Last night, for the first time
ever? I had a dream with sex, MS, AND bartending. I had been called in to just set up and work the first hour because nobody on staff could make it on time {having been fired for drinking (or having MS, which was the actual truth) wasn't bad enough because they were really in a spot}. |
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There was a sweet guy who didn't mind that I had gotten his drinks wrong, so I thought I could handle it okay. Then I was adding up the price of the wrong-round, and a new guy, very young and handsome (pretty-handsome), leaned in very close to give me his order, but I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying... so I told him that he was so good-lookin' that I had gone deaf for a moment. He thought that was hysterical and we chatted up for a while and when he didn't mind the MS, we planned to meet around 5 or 6 a.m. when my work was over.
(not just the first hour any more,
the dream had become a sex dream, and as USUAL,
there were too many things interfering with our ability
to DO any sex,
like my all-of-a-sudden
requirement to work fourteen more hours
to the actual end of the shift)
the dream had become a sex dream, and as USUAL,
there were too many things interfering with our ability
to DO any sex,
like my all-of-a-sudden
requirement to work fourteen more hours
to the actual end of the shift)
We snuck upstairs and made out for a while,
but he would have to come back later,
and I realized that I STILL HADN'T REPLACED THE ORDER FOR THE FIRST GUY,
and I saw that I would never be able to finish this nightmare of a shift now that the place was getting packed
and I had no doorman to card the kids
and both floors were open
and both were my responisibility
and I was having so much touble going up and down the stairs because they were spaced farther and farther apart each time
and especially going down because even though I could sit on the edge of a step
and ease my feet down to almost touching the lower one,
I would never, ever
be able to NOT spill my tray when I dropped down to the step below
and I would probably lose my footing
and plummet through the flimsy sheet-rock floor
and into the basement where I wouldn't
ever
be able stand up again
READ MORE FROM THE BLOG: imascatterbrain http://imascatterbrain.blogspot.com/
SEX I and II
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I had a dream with sex, MS,
AND bartending.
I had been called in to just set up and work the first hour because nobody on staff could make it on time {having been fired for drinking (or having MS, which was the actual truth) wasn't bad enough because they were really in a spot}.
There was a sweet guy who didn't mind that I had gotten his drinks wrong, so I thought I could handle it okay. Then I was adding up the price of the wrong-round, and a new guy, very young and handsome (pretty-handsome), leaned in very close to give me his order, but I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying... so I told him that he was so good-lookin' that I had gone deaf for a moment. He thought that was hysterical and we chatted up for a while and when he didn't mind the MS, we planned to meet around 5 or 6 a.m. when my work was over.
the dream had become a sex dream, and as USUAL,
there were too many things interfering with our ability
to DO any sex,
like my all-of-a-sudden
requirement to work fourteen more hours
to the actual end of the shift)
We snuck upstairs and made out for a while,
but he would have to come back later,
and I realized that I STILL HADN'T REPLACED THE ORDER FOR THE FIRST GUY,
and I saw that I would never be able to finish this nightmare of a shift now that the place was getting packed
and I had no doorman to card the kids
and both floors were open
and both were my responisibility
and I was having so much touble going up and down the stairs because they were spaced farther and farther apart each time
and especially going down because even though I could sit on the edge of a step
and ease my feet down to almost touching the lower one,
I would never, ever
be able to NOT spill my tray when I dropped down to the step below
and I would probably lose my footing
and plummet through the flimsy sheet-rock floor
and into the basement where I wouldn't
ever
be able stand up again
READ MORE FROM THE BLOG: imascatterbrain http://imascatterbrain.blogspot.com/
SEX I and II
I had a dream with sex, MS,
AND bartending.
I had been called in to just set up and work the first hour because nobody on staff could make it on time {having been fired for drinking (or having MS, which was the actual truth) wasn't bad enough because they were really in a spot}.
There was a sweet guy who didn't mind that I had gotten his drinks wrong, so I thought I could handle it okay. Then I was adding up the price of the wrong-round, and a new guy, very young and handsome (pretty-handsome), leaned in very close to give me his order, but I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying... so I told him that he was so good-lookin' that I had gone deaf for a moment. He thought that was hysterical and we chatted up for a while and when he didn't mind the MS, we planned to meet around 5 or 6 a.m. when my work was over.
the dream had become a sex dream, and as USUAL,
there were too many things interfering with our ability
to DO any sex,
like my all-of-a-sudden
requirement to work fourteen more hours
to the actual end of the shift)
We snuck upstairs and made out for a while,
but he would have to come back later,
and I realized that I STILL HADN'T REPLACED THE ORDER FOR THE FIRST GUY,
and I saw that I would never be able to finish this nightmare of a shift now that the place was getting packed
and I had no doorman to card the kids
and both floors were open
and both were my responisibility
and I was having so much touble going up and down the stairs because they were spaced farther and farther apart each time
and especially going down because even though I could sit on the edge of a step
and ease my feet down to almost touching the lower one,
I would never, ever
be able to NOT spill my tray when I dropped down to the step below
and I would probably lose my footing
and plummet through the flimsy sheet-rock floor
and into the basement where I wouldn't
ever
be able stand up again
READ MORE FROM THE BLOG: imascatterbrain http://imascatterbrain.blogspot.com/
SEX I and II
I had a dream with sex, MS,
AND bartending.
I had been called in to just set up and work the first hour because nobody on staff could make it on time {having been fired for drinking (or having MS, which was the actual truth) wasn't bad enough because they were really in a spot}.
There was a sweet guy who didn't mind that I had gotten his drinks wrong, so I thought I could handle it okay. Then I was adding up the price of the wrong-round, and a new guy, very young and handsome (pretty-handsome), leaned in very close to give me his order, but I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying... so I told him that he was so good-lookin' that I had gone deaf for a moment. He thought that was hysterical and we chatted up for a while and when he didn't mind the MS, we planned to meet around 5 or 6 a.m. when my work was over.
the dream had become a sex dream, and as USUAL,
there were too many things interfering with our ability
to DO any sex,
like my all-of-a-sudden
requirement to work fourteen more hours
to the actual end of the shift)
We snuck upstairs and made out for a while,
but he would have to come back later,
and I realized that I STILL HADN'T REPLACED THE ORDER FOR THE FIRST GUY,
and I saw that I would never be able to finish this nightmare of a shift now that the place was getting packed
and I had no doorman to card the kids
and both floors were open
and both were my responisibility
and I was having so much touble going up and down the stairs because they were spaced farther and farther apart each time
and especially going down because even though I could sit on the edge of a step
and ease my feet down to almost touching the lower one,
I would never, ever
be able to NOT spill my tray when I dropped down to the step below
and I would probably lose my footing
and plummet through the flimsy sheet-rock floor
and into the basement where I wouldn't
ever
be able stand up again
READ MORE FROM THE BLOG: imascatterbrain http://imascatterbrain.blogspot.com/
SEX I and II
I had a dream with sex, MS,
AND bartending.
I had been called in to just set up and work the first hour because nobody on staff could make it on time {having been fired for drinking (or having MS, which was the actual truth) wasn't bad enough because they were really in a spot}.
There was a sweet guy who didn't mind that I had gotten his drinks wrong, so I thought I could handle it okay. Then I was adding up the price of the wrong-round, and a new guy, very young and handsome (pretty-handsome), leaned in very close to give me his order, but I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying... so I told him that he was so good-lookin' that I had gone deaf for a moment. He thought that was hysterical and we chatted up for a while and when he didn't mind the MS, we planned to meet around 5 or 6 a.m. when my work was over.
the dream had become a sex dream, and as USUAL,
there were too many things interfering with our ability
to DO any sex,
like my all-of-a-sudden
requirement to work fourteen more hours
to the actual end of the shift)
We snuck upstairs and made out for a while,
but he would have to come back later,
and I realized that I STILL HADN'T REPLACED THE ORDER FOR THE FIRST GUY,
and I saw that I would never be able to finish this nightmare of a shift now that the place was getting packed
and I had no doorman to card the kids
and both floors were open
and both were my responisibility
and I was having so much touble going up and down the stairs because they were spaced farther and farther apart each time
and especially going down because even though I could sit on the edge of a step
and ease my feet down to almost touching the lower one,
I would never, ever
be able to NOT spill my tray when I dropped down to the step below
and I would probably lose my footing
and plummet through the flimsy sheet-rock floor
and into the basement where I wouldn't
ever
be able stand up again
READ MORE FROM THE BLOG: imascatterbrain http://imascatterbrain.blogspot.com/
SEX I and II
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