the quote of the night on my first night on the job.
ps i love my job.
my uniform is pretty cute - a yellow and blue tube top (or boob tube as they say here) that says cuervo nation down the middle, with black capris that are comfy as fuck. and i wore 3 inch heels to complete the outfit.
so i worked at world bar in the cross my first night. packed as fuck because of drink specials and backpackers, which made it hard to shell out cuervo.
so while i thought working would be a good way to meet some locals...well i was wrong again.
i met quite a few canuks, spent my last 40ish minutes talking to 4 guys from calgary who were giving me the hardest time of life when i tried doing my speil.
but they were good company, and said they would text me if they were able to score some pot.
unfortunately, no weed was acquired, but i was texted nonetheless and spent last night with them in the cross again, at the empire.
i'm not into house music. it wasn't necessarily my scene. i like pubs with pool tables; dance floors arent much of a priority with me.
they were great though, jeff bought me shots all night.
didnt get quite cunted in the least. i just cant get drunk if i dont predrink.
but i was out for a good time, not to get fucked up. so it was alright.
but around 5, i was talking to this swede who didnt dig the music either, and jeff just left! i had no idea when he ran off to, i mean he was a nice guy. maybe even too nice. so the fact that he left without saying goodbye was a little bit of a shocker.
irregardless, i had a great time. the company was good and the conversation was interesting.
being here does give me a newfound appreciation for the canadian guys i took for granted.
...but there were no v-day celebrations. which was great cuz those practices are against my religion.
it was the first year in a loooong time that this day had gone uncelebrated. and even then i still hated it.
man, i just relocated to the lounge because my room was getting a little stuffy, and now i've lost my train of thought.
it's not like it really had a destination anyway. but... well...
umm... i need to go to the beach soon. my blackness is fading.
and i gotta take advantage of that while i'm still out of school.
ok, i quit.
the end.
ps i love my job.
my uniform is pretty cute - a yellow and blue tube top (or boob tube as they say here) that says cuervo nation down the middle, with black capris that are comfy as fuck. and i wore 3 inch heels to complete the outfit.
so i worked at world bar in the cross my first night. packed as fuck because of drink specials and backpackers, which made it hard to shell out cuervo.
so while i thought working would be a good way to meet some locals...well i was wrong again.
i met quite a few canuks, spent my last 40ish minutes talking to 4 guys from calgary who were giving me the hardest time of life when i tried doing my speil.
but they were good company, and said they would text me if they were able to score some pot.
unfortunately, no weed was acquired, but i was texted nonetheless and spent last night with them in the cross again, at the empire.
i'm not into house music. it wasn't necessarily my scene. i like pubs with pool tables; dance floors arent much of a priority with me.
they were great though, jeff bought me shots all night.
didnt get quite cunted in the least. i just cant get drunk if i dont predrink.
but i was out for a good time, not to get fucked up. so it was alright.
but around 5, i was talking to this swede who didnt dig the music either, and jeff just left! i had no idea when he ran off to, i mean he was a nice guy. maybe even too nice. so the fact that he left without saying goodbye was a little bit of a shocker.
irregardless, i had a great time. the company was good and the conversation was interesting.
being here does give me a newfound appreciation for the canadian guys i took for granted.
...but there were no v-day celebrations. which was great cuz those practices are against my religion.
it was the first year in a loooong time that this day had gone uncelebrated. and even then i still hated it.
man, i just relocated to the lounge because my room was getting a little stuffy, and now i've lost my train of thought.
it's not like it really had a destination anyway. but... well...
umm... i need to go to the beach soon. my blackness is fading.
and i gotta take advantage of that while i'm still out of school.
ok, i quit.
the end.
