This used to be a Petco near my apartment. On Valentine’s Day, Pete and I were quite startled to find this odd scene in the window.
I have finally put my deposit down for my Burlesque 101 class with Miss Indigo Blue! I’m beyond excited.
Working on creating a vintage-inspired blog with a lovely bartending section. Vintage style (from the 40’s through the 60’s) very much included well-prepared drinks with good liquor. Eeep! I may get a little inspiration from my friends over at Knee High Stocking Co. (a current addiction.)
Well well well, long time no see, Tumblr!
Things have been quite busy up until quite recently! Christmas Ship is always a test of nerves, patience, and strength/longevity of coffee. But Pete and I made it through! Then came NYE, which I spent talking guys out of mooning people, taking away pot, and confiscating stolen champagne bottles and smuggled liquor as always. It kills me because it always happens in an open bar! Who the hell brings smuggled liquor into an open bar?!
I’ve gotten so sick of people at my bar recently. Like when woo girls (pain in the dyed-blonde ass) insist that I don’t know what I’m talking about because they “have their liquor card.” Just because you have taken a state-run class does not mean you are an actual bartender. Especially when you come up to the bar and ask for a double cranberry, and look at me like I’m stupid when I ask what you’d like with it. (You’re gonna get a double-shot of cranberry juice.)
But pete and i get a little break from a busy bar for a couple weeks, as today is the beginning of maintenance season on the boats.
I am however up for a promotion! I am currently the senior-most Bosun in the entire company, and the only bosun to have done so on more than one vessel. I’ll keep you posted if it goes my way! Happy New Year everyone!
About a year ago, I wrote about my new job. Now, that job is far from new, and the friends I’ve made are becoming old friends. But I’ve started to let older pieces of my life fall away. I rarely sing anywhere that isn’t my room, for anyone. I hardly speak to my brother and sister, or friends from college. I see my boyfriend often, and I’m fairly certain the reason I feel addicted to him is due to the distraction he provides.
Chances are, whatever I’m saying has been said a thousand times before me, by someone more eloquent and less immature. My life has absolutely no direction. I have no idea what I want, where I want to live, what I want to do, or who I want to be.
The optimist would tell me that this is a fantastic opportunity for self-discovery. Self-discovery is messy and confusing, though, and all I really want to do is lie in bed (naked), listen to music, sing in front of thousands (preferably not naked) and be on a boat for a while each day.
(via thedailywhat)
I missed you Tumblr!!!!