5 o’clock in the morning, where you gonna be? Well, usually I’m downstairs getting my exercise on. Today, however, I was downstairs getting my on-call work on. Oh yeah, 5am and I’m online doing work. 5 o’clock in the afternoon, where you gonna be? Dammit, I was still working! Great googlie mooglie, this was a hectic Friday. Thankfully, it’s over now, and even though I’m still on-call, I am going to have at least two adult beverages this evening.
Do you remember that song up there? Have you ever even heard it? I don’t recall the exact year it came out, but I’d guess somewhere around 96. Sounds right. Summer. 1996. I’m a seasoned bar goer. I have a full-time receptionist job rocking a 100-line console and hella cool Christmas parties. I had a part-time bartending gig at a Tex-Mex place with even better Christmas parties. I have my ‘dawg’, my godsister, my partner in crime. And we have hangouts.
I tell you, we were a crew. Hahaha, if that year-ish were a movie, NC-17 for sure. We loved the bars and the bars loved us. From the hood to the burbs, we were in. One of our favorites was The O in Oakland. I don’t think I could put a clock on the time we spent in there. Or sitting around at the end of the block, on the corner, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning. Back in those days we could literally function on 2 or 3 hours of sleep for a few days in a row. Wasted time? Hell no. Unbeknownst training for Club Med? Hell yes! Good times, good times.
Speaking of good times, last night was the first time in I’m not exactly sure how long that I did some pole dancing. I am rusty with sweaty hands. Who the hell am I?!? I was even terrified of a move. Literally. Could. Not. Do it. (I managed to get it before the end.) I walked away feeling strong and happy and a little sore (snowboarding shoulder).
Welp, it’s dinner time which means it’s adult beverage time. Happy Friday, y’all!