I might not always like Saturdays in this business. I could end up hating them, become jaded or just plain sick of the scene's music. But for now, based on this most recent Satruday night, I kind of fucking love them.
I decided to go in two hours early to practice some new moves and transitions on the big stage, and help courtney (aka young hopeless) learn how to do something....anything. The stage was dark, the red lights switched off and the music system silent. It was just courtney and I, and the occasional manager or security guard drifted by. A downtown Irish bartender with a thick brogue stopped by for a chat. At 6:00, Boss Lady Number Two came rushing up the stairs, and in a rapid fire panic mode, said the best line I've heard in awhile:
"I have a 25 person bachelor party downstairs arriving now, and we need you two to cover it"
So much for pre-shift practice, but hot damn thank you God YES!
I could write a shit tonne about that first group. You know what? I think I will. Tomorrow though. I have to eat my boiled eggs (craving something weird at 10 p.m. much?) now, and then go to bed. Presley has been at the hospital today, and is one sick little monkey, so I should take whatever sleep I can get. Its been a crazy stressful day, but the best part was having Hubs by my side the entire time. He has been such a rock lately!! Tonight the three of us cuddled on the couch and watched a David Attenborough special together, roughly the same time as I was being showered with twenties two nights previously as I jiggly-wiggled my way around stage. I know which one of those two is my favourite experience. 100%.
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