the. best. ever.

Long-lost 4-song ep, two songs by each band and this one is....perfect. .
Though, all they left behind was epic in it's brilliance...and a soundtrack for me, forever.

Hi! yeah, me and SingerGuy, because, well...I can, and it is without drama right now, which is all I want. So...I made the trek to West Seattle last night and we made good on a long-held anticipation. Fun, good, relaxing, though it meant i wasn't 100% for Friday service, but YOUKNOWWHAT? Fuck it, life is short, and I don't get a hell of a lot of joy lately, so, if a guy, whose music I adore wants to....uhm, ...watch movies with me after I'm done with work, what am I supposed to say? I don't dig that you dig me? Also, he's got a kid -only 2 though, and not full time; so whole other ballgame, but...ok, enough, but just for the record. i like where i am, even when i spend after-hours with douche bartenders trying to bed twentysomething girls, as i finish my shift drinks, the day after.
She hugged me more than you! I am becoming Joyce, which is, to be honest, pretty fucking cool in and of itself. I have merit. My life is filled with so many wonderful, amazing people, I am lucky for that. Very lucky, and very, very grateful.

for later

just a footnote: my job is so frigging incredible, and i am so amazingly happy that i recognize it right now, for a change, rather than in retrospect. this is what i'm supposed to do. always. it's so incredibly calming to know that. this is what i am good at. people enjoy what i do. that's so huge. in this world, where so very, very much sucks, to be able to give someone, even for just a few moments, a simple, human FEEL - I'm just so pleased to be able to share with people again, to be in the dining room, watching people love what i do, and not know that it was me who did it (desserts, obviously, if they are facing the right direction they will see me make their salad, pizza, antipasti or oysters)...it's just fantastic. A lot of times it's special occasions, and people are making memories...i dunno, it is so hard to be comfortable liking myself sometimes...but dammit, this time, doing the cheesecake, knowing it was a runner, but having it play out (apparently a guy came in 3 days in a row for it, though when he was in on Thursday, we didn't know he would be an addict!) live is soooooo, awesome. Argh. So good. I feel so content, and that is not a word I have ever used to describe myself, but right now, it all seems to FIT.
*sigh*

I made waffles for my brother and his family for fathers day. I texted my ex to wish him a non-aggressive happy father's day (i thought) i went to work. work was, as always, awesome. apparently it was a weekend where the cheesecake was on fire, so everyone was all aflutter, yeah, sadly the walk in fan broke so it was ugly for those of us in the kitchen, but ego wise, cool. i dunno. i have no feels rigth now. just work.