So it has officially been over a year since I took a crack at this here blog nonsense, which none of you actaully read. Therefore I have decided that it will simply be for my own cathartic reasons that I continue to post here.

For those of you that have not seen me in awhile I just got back from Mexico where both my blackberry and I pod were stolen. By my maid. In my hotel. yeah. way to go mexico. I also got food poisoning while I was there. Despite these minor setbacks it was still an awesome time and I hope to be traveling with some of you this summer, which will no doubt be amazing.

Right now its 1:36 am and I am still up, and its only Monday. This is becasue my schedule is wack and I work a night job. As many of you know I am a cocktail waitress at a wine bar. This means I have to talk to customes in both a witty and charming manner in hopes that they come to view me as not only their wine server but also their friend. Then, after a few hours of small talk, hand shakes and / or hugs goodbye I return to my sanctuary behind the bar and ultimately talk shit about the entire conversation we just had. The first question from my fellow cocktail waitresses is always: how much did they tip? The second statement is always dependent on the answer to the first question. Its either "wow, they were really cool" or "what a douchebag!". This sounds mean, and in no way am I trying to convey that you should pay your bartender for good conversation. There are a few customers I legitimately enjoy talking too...so please don't cry yourself to sleep thinking that any waitress that was ever friendly with you was just trying to get a bigger tip and had no interest in you as a person what-so-ever (that only applies 70% of the time...feel better).

Ha ha, I am only kidding. But in all seriousness some people are really difficult to carry on a conversation with, and I have discovered that in these situations it becomes necessary to simply smile, nod in agreement and repeat the last sentence of everything they say. For instance, they are talking about...well i obviously dont remember becasue I wasn't interested so lets just make something up:

Customer: Blah blah blah...and that why I am pissed, because she totally left me in the bar waiting for that guy by myself.

Me: Yes, you should be pissed becasue she left you in the bar waiting for that guy

Customer: Exactly! You totally get it!

Me: AND you were by yourself...see I totally get it...why cant she!

Customer: OMG you are soo right.

This is how you make people believe you are listening even when you are not. OR how you make people you are following what they are saying even if they are making no sense at all...becasue they are drunk.

Another tip for those of you in BLOG world NOT reading this: When you are drunk and having a conversation with your bartender...you are NOT funny. You are drunk and rambling. If they keep walking away to clean a glass or type something on their fancy POS net computer take it as a hint to shut the fuck up and go back to your friends. They basically would rather wash dishes then hear you talk. :)

I am not sure how this turned into a rant about my work environment (probably becasue I just got off work) but lets change the subject.

Tomorrow is the second performance of my Play LITTLE WOMEN. If you are in the LA area please come see it. It is a really corny, cheesy adaptation of the book Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. It was not until I booked the play and actually read the book that i realized the original work itself is a corny, cheesy, novel that is written more like a journal than a book, and in today's world probably would not have been published, becasue in reality it would have just been the BLOG of Louisa May Alcott. However, I love doing theatre, this play has been really fun and I have thoroughly enjoyed the organic nature of the stage- unlike film which is repetative and seems to at points stifle creativity. More on the de-evolution of Hollywood in my next post. Stay tuned and get excited.