The Worst.

Well, this weekend was the worst.
First: I got sexually harassed while eating an ice cream cone from McDonald's. It is a sad day in this world when one can not walk down the block enjoying ice cream without a man pulling up and demanding you lick it again, because it is extremely sexy. And it's a really sad day when that man insists and proceeds to hold up traffic for, what felt like hours, but in actuality was only a couple of minutes. But still long enough to cause a traffic jam. Next time sir, I will call the cops.
Second: Our dj at the Tonic Room got fired! But not before we were subjected to about an hour and a half of bluegrass music whilst waiting for him. Now, I love "O, Brother Where Art Thou?" as much as the next person (to be honest probably more then the next person), but it's not what I want to listen to for an hour and a half on a Friday evening. So now we are in limbo. Hopefully the Tonic Room will hire someone great and we will continue to dance our lives away there. But, if not I'm not sure what we are going to do. It took as all summer long to not have to pay, to get to know the greatest bouncer and bartenders ever, and for them to recognize our faces. I don't want to start over at a new place. The Tonic Room is perfect! It's just the right size with just the right people. Sigh, I hope they get it together.
Third: Well, really this ends my list, but do I need to say anything else?! This weekend was a serious bummer. I mean even the doughnut sandwich at the newly opened Bleeding Heart Bakery couldn't fill the hole in my heart. I need a weekend off to come to terms with everything that happened. So hopefully next time we met I'll have a better report. love,
ktv