Trumps and Tricks.

Mr. Lust has a new house.
He's getting his sister's old couch.
Today we are suppose to go to Indy to get it.

Somehow Mr. Lust got confused on whether I worked or not (I work two different jobs, so sometimes when he asks "Do you work tomorrow?" and I say "yes" he assumes that I work late night) so he made plans to go down to Indy himself to get it.
He calls me while I'm at work and says to me, "Hey my sister wants you to know that she'll be here all week next week and she'll be staying at my place."
"Why doesn't she just tell me that herself?"
"Well, you didn't answer her last phone call..."
"But I'll see her tonight..."
"I thought you worked?"
"Yes, Until 5pm as a web designer."
"Oh, shoot, well... (tries to make a joke to cover up his mistake) then she just told me so that you could go buy wine for you guys to drink when she gets here."
*makes a noise which he quickly covers to say:
"We should get some cards to play while she's here, since you love Euchre so much."
"Euchre requires 4 people and when do you officially become an Uncle?"

I caught him completely off guard and his face was uncontrolled for a moment, a look of pride rolled across his face and then was quickly masked with a stoic expression.
"What are you talking about?"
"Mr. Lust, it's been four months, you cannot fool me."
"God Damnit, did you learn that trick from my mom?"
"All women are born with the innate ability to pry information from anything with a penis."
(pause)
"Plus, you have a little dimple that forms when you lie."
"My sister taught you that one."
"Yes, she did, and since that's how I found out she's pregnant, she can't get too mad that I know."
"Oh shit, You just got me out of a lot of trouble, thank you!"

I'm guessing she's just found out she's pregnant and she doesn't want people to know until she gets past that miscarriage stage. Either way, happy news since originally she thought she might be barren.

And That I'm Getting a Free Dinner
Man to girl he's trying to hit on: [Flashes American Express card] What does this mean to you?
Girl: ... It means you're a douche.

Edendale Grill
Los Angeles, California
via Overheard Everywhere, Jan 26, 2008

I love Overheard in New York and Overheard Everywhere.
I should start one that is "Overheard in a bar"

Sex and Nobles.

Last night, I made a huge mistake.

First off, I didn't cheat, do drugs, or jeopardize my relationship with Mr. Lust.

Story:
I was working at the bar and I had a decent amount of tables at my hand. In walks a past co-worker of mine whom I had really liked. He sat down at the bar and for a long while I ignored him as best I could. He has a fiancee and I have Mr. Lust.
He motioned for me at some point and I came over to the bar.
"QSW, I love you, will you marry me?"
"Gee, Co-worker, How is your fiancee?"
"She's good, really good!"
"In that case, of course I'll get married to you."

Some shameless flirting.

Then most of my tables left and I found myself with nothing to do. The bartender and I took a shot together and then I poured a beer for myself. I sat down next to my co-worker. We started talking. Somehow, during our conversation, my former co-worker had enough balls to say in a serious manner, "I totally had the hots for you when I worked with you."
Having just drank truth serum and sitting next to someone I formally had a crush on I said, "Oh, I totally would have had sex with you when I worked with you."

It was the wrong thing to say.

The rest of the night there were so many sexual innuendos and flirting that I started feeling guilty. Apparently, so did he because after 45 minutes of flirting he had to go call his fiancee and right after that I called Mr. Lust. The worst part of the whole thing was when my boss came in Co-worker was by himself and I was waiting on a customer, when I came around the corner he said in a loud voice, "Of course, QSW and I just got done having sex in the kitchen."
I have no idea what the beginning of that conversation was, but the ending was horrifying.
I said, "Yeah right!" and acted completely disgusted so that my boss wouldn't think there was truth behind it. Then Co-worker started-in on having sex with me again. So embarrassing to have someone think I'd disrespect their place of business by having sex next to knives.
Btw, really? the kitchen? In a restaurant?
After that, I talked about Mr. Lust a lot and I kept telling him "No!" in a disgusted manner when Co-worker would proposition me with ideas.

Moral of the story: Unless you want to have sex with someone right then, you don't tell them you would have had sex with them in the past and don't flirt with them.

27 dresses

So, I watch movies online.
For free.

Right underneath that little "Piracy is a crime" logo I'll click any movie I want to watch, wait for it to load, and then watch it for free.
I know what you want to say right now.
The sad thing is, I don't really care.
There are worst things I could do, like drive home drunk like my roommate after 8 beers, but I don't, therefore I don't risk someone else's life. My crime is small.

If that isn't great female logic, I don't know what is.

I digress. Or "digest" as Family Guy puts it.
I decided to watch 27 dresses today. Awesome movie if you are a girl who loves chick flicks. I almost want to pay to see that one in theaters. Almost.
My favorite line is one that really has not a thing to do with the plot.
The lead character has had one of the worlds worst days, weeks, months, etc. and she walks into a wedding reception that she doesn't want to be at, goes to her friend who is holding a drink, grabs the drink out of her friend's hand and starts to drink it.
Friend: That's. Not. Water. Ok.
(hands back empty drink)
Friend: OK!
And she walks off.

I laughed for about 5 minutes on that line. It wasn't even that great of a line.

Leave it to me to relate to a line about drinking heavily.

Mr. Lust in the past vs. Mr. Lust in the present

"Can't you see baby life is knocking right at your door?"

When I first met Mr. Lust I hated him.
HATED HIM.
Once in my life I've kneed someone in the balls, and once in my life I've slapped someone across the face in public.
Luckily, his was the latter.
Right after I met him, I discarded him as being anything other than a friend.
He explains things to much.
He is slow with telling a story giving too much detail.
He tells stories that aren't appropriate for the situation.
He has women constantly hitting on him because of his physical appearance and he obviously enjoys it.
Totally not my type.
He looked at me oppositely.
He regarded me highly and found me beautiful.
He tried to get my attention, to tell me a story.
I was dating NG at the time and had no time for someone who I disliked, so I ignored him.
He pinched the back of my arm to get my attention.
He thought it was lightly, but it left a red welt on my arm.
In anger, I slapped him right across the face and stormed off to the bathroom.
He told a mutual friend of ours that he absolutely hated me.
I said the same about him.

"Got a talented face and a suit case."

A month later he was at a party of our mutual friend.
He approached me and said, "Let's not hate each other, the least we can do is apologize to each other and be civil."
I agreed, and we stone-faced apologized to each other.
We walked away from each other with high dislike of the other.

"Shackles on your hand seems to disappear"

A month (maybe two) after that I saw him at our mutual friend's house again.
At this point RHM and ID had watched me put the "stamp of disaster"** on my relationship and both gave NG and I a month (maybe two) left on our relationship.
NG was extremely jealous of Mr. Lust.
AKA, with QSW's "stamp of disaster" she felt nice towards Mr. Lust just because it would make NG upset.
Mr. Lust was telling a funny story about his travels to China and QSW found herself actually listening and enjoying the story.
Mr. Lust and QSW walked away from the party that evening drunk (separate) and happy with each other for the first time.

"Don't give up, Don't give up."

Mr. Lust started appearing more and more at the mutual friend's house.
So did QSW.
Mutual friend rolled his eyes a lot.
Mr. Lust asked QSW out.
QSW refused because she hadn't officially ended it with NG.
NG was practically non-existent.
So she agreed to "hang out" with Mr. Lust more and more.
Finally NG ended it and she immediately went on a date with Mr. Lust.


Now she works at a bar that NG comes into every time he's WASTED and asks her how "MR LUST" is, only he says it obviously with disdain and with a bad taste in his mouth.

Confusing since he was the one who did the cheating.

** "Stamp of disaster" is when I decided in my head that it's not going to work out between myself and another. I don't admit this to myself or to anyone else, in fact, other than my close friends no one would know that I do this. Apparently, the "stamp" is only visible through body language and exasperated noises made when the significant other is called into the conversation. When the "stamp" hits, its only a matter of time before my heart suddenly realizes the same thing my head did.

First.

OMG. Heath Ledger is dead.

Second.

Without preamble or hesitation Mr. Lust gave me a key to his new house.

Third.

I have three days off this week at my pub job, including a Saturday.

Fourth.

Mr. Lust is taking me to Chicago on Saturday.

Fifth.

I'm spending my next two days off painting and working out. I'm so excited.

Things you learn while working at a bar:

This is my first serving experience.
The rest of the staff at the pub have a lot of notches in their belts when it comes to talking, dealing, serving the people of Lafayette.
So where they react with a shoulder shrug and a "whatever," I react with a wide eyed expression and a "Oh NO he didn't!"

Things you shouldn't do in a bar:
1. Make out like no one is watching.
2. Fight with your significant other with yelling and pointing
3. Be pregnant
4. Spit on the floor and then look at your server like "What? You gonna say something?"
Reminder: You are a single, white female and you are not a bad ass.
5. Hit on your server.

Going along with number 5 is the next set of "do nots"

Pick up lines that aren't going to work with your server:
1. "Aren't you just a sexy little thing."
2. "I get what I want" (then sticks tongue out and bites it playfully)
3. (after buying a shot for your server) "Now, why don't you give me a 'shot?'"
4. "Your ass looks good in those jeans."
5. "Your boyfriend is in Germany? Well, If I were him I wouldn't have let you out of my sight."

As sands through the hour glass... so are the days of our lives.
Your server will bring you food or beverage. She/he will not bring you their number, their clothes, naked pictures of themselves, their first born, etc. just so that you'll sit there longer and give them a buck more in tips.
Sometimes it's worth it to me to pay you a buck to leave me alone.

Now I'm pretending to be Harvey Two-face. During my day job, I sit, and code, and read, and sip lattes. Then I go home, eat, and work out. Then I go to my next job which is seeming to give me a "Rock Star" appearance to the outside people. I walk around, I'm hit on, and I take shots with my co-workers. If I get off work early enough I go over to my boyfriend's house and I have sex until I pass out. If it's late enough, I takes another shot and go home. My days off are a mixture of trips to Chicago, painting, cleaning, and taking pictures on long walks.

Ya'll don't know what its like, being male, middle class, and white.

Quietlysippingwine: An Update

So my darling Mr. Lust flew out to Hawaii on the 29th. He stays there a week and then flies back on the 7th stays the night and then flies out the next morning to Germany. He stays in Germany for a week before flying back on the 13th and then he gets into his car and drives to Tennessee.
He'll be back on the 14th or 15th, but he's not sure which day.
My 25th birthday is the 15th.

I started a new job on December 27th.
It's at the Black Sparrow Pub, and I serve cocktails and sometimes food.
It is my first job as a server and I think I'm enjoying it for the most part. I took to it quickly and even started getting aggressive towards encouraging people to take a seat at a table, instead of getting drinks at the bar. There are always hiccups in any new job and I found myself embarrassed to learn (six days after I started working) that I was suppose to be giving 10% of my tips to the bartender at the end of the night.
No one told me.
How do you learn things like that unless someone tells you?
A bartender that I befriended finally gave me the heads up. I felt so miserable to think that all my new co-workers had thought I was just cheating the bartenders out of money they deserve.

My roommate thinks any day he's going to quit his job. He doesn't have another one lined up, but he can't take the one he's working at now.
I'm not sure what he'll do.

RHM and I finally made up. She stopped drinking, cold turkey, after the night she verbally abused Mr. Lust for no good reason. She half apologized for it. Since I've never seen her "half apologize" for anything, let alone apologize, I accepted it and we moved on.

FN and I are completely normal again. It was as if we had never stopped talking for a two month period. He never explained to me why he was upset, and I never asked. We just "started" again.

Matt and GH both called over Christmas Break. Matt called me and I called him and asshole. GH called my house looking for my brother. Why, I have no idea, I didn't care to ask.

NG, was in my apartment when I arrived back on the 27th. That was awkward, especially since every fiber in my being wanted to shout "CHEATER! CHEATER!" at him.

Amanda has stopped in twice to the Black Sparrow to see me. I really like her. She got me a gym membership.

MM and MW are drifting more and more away. They have completely different priorities in their life compared to mine, and its hard to find conversation when at one point it was easy too.

GND has hung out with me several times since I got back to Lafayette. I think she's planning something for my birthday and it scares me.

That's all folks.

It bothers me that I've never been able to call my landlord.
ID handles everything.
I give him my rent half.
If something happens, I tell ID.
If I need new something, I tell ID.
I can't just say, "Hey, my ceiling crashed down in my closet! I'll call my landlord!"
No.
I have to wait until morning and tell ID so that he can call the landlord.

Until today, I didn't even know my landlord's last name.