The Pink Shoe Diaries

this morning i spent some time perusing the website of a band that i do not even know of in order to gain some insight into the nature of a fight amongst my friends. lately i have heard alot about this new form of internet-idiocy known as "anonymous mean guestbook signing". i have never heard of something more lame in my LIFE. it would be laughable if it wasn't also so sad . the internet apparently lends balls to the most cowardly of jerks who cannot say something negative to someone unless they are hidden behind the smokescreen of an IP address. why is this i wonder? do they fear confrontation? are they albinos who cannot set forth outside because of photosensitivty and thus reduced to internet-taunting? are they people trying to lash out due to inferiority complexes? i think it is a melange of these things (well perhaps not the albino thing). in a way, it's like guerilla warfare - have the balls to shoot from the hip, for christ's sake.

i wonder if anyone else has had any experience with this?

aside from the ugliness of yesterday, the weekend as a whole was great, albeit whirlwind-y. on friday night adam and i went to fire and ice which is so much fun. it's definitely a restaurant for people with short attention spans: get a drink, get up, pick out some food, watch them cook it, repeat. i love it and as usual adam was a fabulous dining/drinking companion ;-)
saturday i worked my first wedding as a non-training-cocktail-waitress and it was what can only be described in andy-speak as "off the hook!". 175 people + open bar = tips for days. it is amazing how well you do, financially speaking, when you are the only thing standing between a drunk person and a drink they don't have to pay for. it was so busy that I didn't even mind that instead of getting out at 11, i got out at 1AM. of course at that point i was so wired from the 200 cherry cokes I had that i had no choice but to head straight to The Good Life to meet up with Meg and Jill for martinis. As the night progressed, we found ourselves eating omelets and gnocchi at News at 3:30 in the morning, beseeching the bartender for a bloody mary (denied) and ketchup (score!).

Sunday I worked a member's brunch with Buddy, who is one of the funniest guys I have ever met. He is the only man on the cocktail staff, and has been for the past few years. as he told me "i'm around women so much, i think i'm growing a uterus". i'm telling you, these old people at my club have it made. there is a bowling alley in the basement, with a phone that rings in the Main Bar. so they bowl a little, call up for some bloody marys, bowl a little more, call up for some mimosas. i know jenny would be in heaven. and these old people can strap, believe you me.

Later that day, Meaghan and I took the soon-to-be-bride Vicki shoe shopping for her wedding. of course we spent more time and money in the newly opened La Senza than we did in any shoe department/store, but that was to be expected. Megs and I have taken Vicki under our wings and will be attending her fitting this Thursday, not so much to offer opinions as to strongarm the wedding consultants, because you know they can get pretty uppity.