greatest bartender this side of the mason dixon line

alright alright. i know i suck. apparently i can only write posts for other people or if i am drunk. perhaps next time it will be both, so god help you if i ever figure out your password after a few vodka redbulls. so lets see. what is new.
i started this new job the other night and as i am wiping down tables, i am thinking how i am way too old and way over qualified to be doing what i am doing. i am trying not to be a job snob or anything, because really, its a job, and i dont have any money, and i am supposed to be going to europe in the summer. which is really hard to save for on ei. however, here i am wondering how did i get here. ahhh i had so much promise. maybe its my attitude. bah. whatever.
so hootie pootie and i went on this country booze cruise the other weekend, with her sisters and a bunch of other folk. we, for some reason, have the unfortunate luck of going to these things with high expectations and open minds. it seems everytime we are greeted with a crowd of people who we have nothing in common with and would never hang out with and if you catch where i am going without me having to say that the people always end up being total social rejects... needless to say if the ocean water wasnt minus 60 i would have probably jumped over board and swam to shore. oh, and if i wasnt wearing a really good shirt. however, hootie pooties boyfriend and i had the pleasure of watching a girl with perhaps a medically enhanced chest look down and wink at her boobs all night. so really it was worth the thirty five bucks after all.
oh yes, and go see walk the line. and buy madonna and imogen heaps new cds. and go see jarhead because you get to see jake gyllenhals ass. and lets face it. that is what we all really want. oh, and notjoecheese... dont worry , kiddie porn is the new romantic comedy.