(To preface: I'm so drunk I can hardly type but still feel so bad about a couple people I haven't emailed and ya'll KNOW WHO U ARE! Sorry dudes and soon.)
Quotes:
(1)
ME: So where do you see yourself in 10 years?
FRENCH-CANADIAN I PROCEED TO KISS: Kissing you.
(2)
BUTTERFLY: There were all these people, how do you say, standing against the walls?
ME: Yeah, you say "wallflowers."
BUTTERFLY: Yeah, except they WEREN'T flowers. You know what I mean?
(3) RANDOM J GUY IN A BAR: You've got such a beautiful, calm, presence. Like you're so calm. And beautiful. And calm.
ME: Dude, I hate to say this, but I'm actually just hungover.
My first go at bar tending!
My friend Butterfly hosted a Halloween party at her cafe last night. She was insanely busy so Sage and I were recruited as bar tenders -- the most fun I've had in ages! The Japanese cash register was a bit of a challenge, but I LOVED uncapping beers, pouring tequila shots, and pushing slices of lime into Corronas. Jude the Obscure helped for a while too -- it was weirdly Friends-ish.
In Japan, bar tenders are allowed -- nay, ENCOURAGED -- to drink on the job, plus Butterfly was paying me in beer, so unfortunately after around 7 Guinesses I was forced to abandon my duties and continue my adventures from the other side of the bar ... The only clear memories after that are a pair of fishnet stockings ripped to shreds, passing out on the train, and drunk-texting Mr. Vice, who wisely didn't respond. Then suddenly I was back at home, reading Carl Jung's "Memories, Dreams, Reflections," and recalling that although I had worn lipstick (!!!) all night, none of it seemed to have gotten on my teeth.