Okay okay - about this:
ONE!
Lockerbie Pub. My favorite bar in the entire world. Largely because I frequently gather there with my favorite people. Moreover, it is the quinessential, no-frills, no-bros kind of establishment. The jukebox is kickin’, the drinks are strong, and the conversation is stellar. Love love love.
TWO!
Jeff at Lockerbie Pub. Speaking of love, I notice I go through periods where I’m kind of in love with everyone I meet? (Question mark? I’m being conversational?) It’s almost as though I have an addictive personality, but instead of drugs, I get addicted to people, becoming annoyingly fascinated and enamored with certain individuals.
ANYWAY. Jeff is this bartender, nay, THE BEST BARTENDER, mainly because he flatters me by calling me by name and remembering that I drink jack-and-cokes. And sometimes he’ll touch my shoulder after asking me if I need anything, and I’ll look at the other girls all wide-eyed and grinning, and we will giggle like a middle school lunchtable. Every woman that I’ve taken to the Pub has this reaction, and I think it stems from TWO FACTS. A) You want to go where everybody knows your name. (Cheers Theorem) B) Tattooed and burly, Jeff looks like he can kill someone with his hands, but you also kind of want him to use his hands on you.
I mean, he’s married, so, it’s all in good fun. AHEM. (MrsJeffpleasedon’tcomeandkillus.) Also? When you meet him, ask him about the time a certain MUSICIAN came in and ordered a “Roy Rogers” and he told him to eff off.
What else..oh -
THREE:
Work/Attempting to Look Like I Know What I’m Doing. Now that Flake ‘N Bake is over and I’ve been put on other accounts, I’ve been given quite a bit of responsibility. Which is good. But with more responsibility comes more client contact, which means I can’t wear my orange-plaid boots, and I’m always going to be the girl that wants to wear orange-plaid boots. I’m not sure how else to be.
FOUR:
“Cooking.” I’m also the girl who consistently drops things when attempting to cook. I refuse to measure, not because I’m good at eyeballing it, but because I rarely have clean measuring cups.
FIVE:
Radiohead. DID YOU SEEEE THIS? (should take you to the video but they keep taking it down left and right but it is AMAH-ZING.) “15 Step” is one of my favorite Radiohead tracks they’ve ever done. And the fact that they were backed by the USC marching band NAILED IT, because, as you know, I am a band geek.
This was made evident by the words that escaped my lips upon hearing “15 Step” for the first time, which were: “GODDAMN, I LOVE a song in 5/4 time.”
NERD!
But seriously. Brillz.
