There is a world. Sometimes, it reminds me that I'm in it. Two of my friends were in a car accident last night. It wasn't their fault, but that matters very little to momentum and friction and velocity and friction.
At this time, I have every indication that they will be okay. Changed, certainly, but they have not gone where I cannot follow. I thank them for this.
I don't much feel like figuring out some kind of smooth transition into whatever else I'm going to write about.
Which seems to be...my job. Or rather, my lack of a job. I quit the pizza place around Thanksgiving. My boss had gotten wind of my upcoming vacation from school and scheduled me to work all of those days. I responded with "...uh, that's okay, I think I'm going to quit." And I did.
Inopportune, considering Christmas is coming up.
I've been toying with the idea of becoming a bartender. My mother was in charge of throwing the holiday party for her school this year and I was enlisted to help. It went off beautifully. The food was great, the music was good, my mother had gotten some great donations from local businesses to give away as prizes, and I did my part by making sure those elementary schoolteachers got so wasted they couldn't count to ten. Not that they needed any encouragement. Man, if there is a profession that can binge-drink, it's gotta be schoolteachers.
Joey and Brian Y. were my co-hosts for the evening. They did a great job making everyone feel welcome. They had a pretty good time themselves, and luckily for them they were good friends with the bartender.
It should come as no surprise to anyone that I ended up pretty drunk while bartending. It's a weakness I've had since I was a wee lad; I can't let anyone take a shot of tequila by themselves.
It was fun, though. I'm something of a social butterfly but when you're the one serving the drinks everyone comes to you. It's great.
I'm going to bed.